I’m having one of those days:

The one where you sit around and think, without actually coming to a conclusion on what it is you we’re initially trying to figure out. Confused? Me too.

I feel sick from thinking. Deep, and somewhat irrational thoughts on a matter that’s pretty fucking crystal clear, I’m just too much of a sucker to accept it. Vague? You have no idea.

All I want to do right now is curl up into a ball and sleep, but I can’t because my brain is on overdrive; mostly with ‘hows’ ‘whys’ and ‘what the fucks’.

Going to dinner at my aunties later to straighten me out a bit, but that’s not till half 6 and I’m hungry now anyway. In order to defeat this awful day of contemplation, I’m going to finally get dressed, drive to Mc Donalds and ruin my McDinner because I’m a fat McCunt. I’ll probably cry into my McChips about how pathetic I’m feeling today and how fat I’m going to be by summer if I carry on eating the way I do, whilst banging my head off my steering wheel, still stobbing to the only fucking song I’ve listened to on repeat all day.

Trailed of there a Mcbit, but whatever. I’m feeling a tad dramatic today, incase you hadn’t noticed.