Avoiding this place. Well technically speaking, avoiding myself, or whatevers going on in my head. Too many things really. Things were allright, likable even. Untill I mes sup like I allways do. Heh. Generally begins with a drink, or too many drinks. I have the emotional breakdown in the pub, Shout a little. Wake up with a hangover the size of England, and a sprained ankle. Then I go through a course of feeling sorry for myself, never wanting to rember that night, and wathcing the world crumble around me. Technically. Iot's actually not as bad as i'm making it out to be. Ovbiously. But yeah. Works okay. Moneys better. Wel.. being in all the debt I am at 19 years of age.. Its not as much as I thought it was. It;s still rather significant, but still it's more.. manageable. Ish. Friends, now theres a subject... What friends? is more like it. I have two... One lives about 1000 miles away.. the other well.. she's moving to the other end of the world. How nice. So i'm practically on my own. Ish. I have family, sure. But what happend to friends and the casual sex. It's all non existant. I work, sleep, and eat alot. And it's beginning to drag me down.