when more than a million things are rushing through your head

It's 03.27 in the morning, I'm highly intoxicated and cannot turn my brain to snooze mode. I've tried lying down in bed and closing my eyes, but my head is disagreeing with me. My head says a million things. And my body says 'put me the fuck to sleep. Please.' But my body should know, I will always listen to my head first.

This turned out to be a successful night. A bit of spontaneity. A bit of food. A bit of too much drinky drink. Tap shoes. Smoke. Fairy lights. And all that stuff that fits so perfectly into my room.

A hug, from a certain someone made the night that little bit better.

I should sleep, but I'm sitting, hunched over my laptop listening to music and rolling another.

Don't remember much.
Regret nothing.
Belly full.
Honest mouth.

Now, I know no one really reads this, which is why I feel I have full freedom on what I say.
I could say anything, I could post anything I wanted on here and no one would ever find out. Because, well, my blog doesn't reach people. It kind of just sits there, inside the internet, just a page. And every so often, when I'm awake at silly o'clock in the morning, I open Blogger up and type. But not enough, I don't type enough.

So tonight, I thought I'd just... type? or something.

What is there to talk about?

I just went and made tea.. it was cold in my kitchen.

I decided I want to meet more strangers. People I don't know. They're just interesting, that's all.
I like to hear stories from mouths I've never heard speak.
And laughter from a mouth I've never listened to.
Dunno.

Nutini is on now. 'These Streets', sweet.

What do I miss?

At the moment... Sunshine, I miss sunshine. It makes everyone so much happier.
I miss having warm feet, this house is so cold.
I miss ...

Well, that's about all I miss.

My achievements so far this year...

I've not had a single Starbucks this year.
I've not bought a pouch of baccy this year.
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Drinking tea out of a Marmite Mug.

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The right kind of high.

Not the dodgey, feeling weird high.

A tad paranoid, but good.

 

 

Can you care too much, do you think?

Or can you never care enough?

 

It's 4am, and my head hurts.