The mental outpourings and general happenings of an awesome and super hot guy from Canberra!

It's not that the party sucked, it's that the sucking was underway when I got there. To clarify: There were nine people there. Four went home upon my arrival, however I had the displeasure of talking to one of them. Two were passed out in bed. Underage, drunk, and disgusting. One was in bed and, sadly, refused to pass out. He kept calling for the only person I was interested in talking to at that stage. She'd go to him, then she'd leave/be banished and he'd call her back. My body cannot contain any more contempt. I'll work out how to release it in a beam one day. The sort of beam that slices through walls, and relationships. The last person of the nine I hadn't talked to in quite some time. I believe we had a "fight" (which is to say I was immature, and annoying) and now we seem "cool". I'd provide more details but A) I don't care that much; and B) I don't remmeber that much.
The end result could be described as "an arseload of toss". If you direct your inquiry to me I'll tell you with unshakable conviction that it was the worst party ever. My recommendation: Don't ask me.

I don't regret going. It got me out of the house. Additionally, I learned that I can jog from their house to my house without stopping. I feel like I've proven something to myself. It is a good feeling.

I require sleep to function. I prefer being groggy from recently sleeping to feeling bitter from lack of sleep. My dear dreams, will you take me with you? I seek to distance myself from this cold, and lonely place that I am in. Allow me to find the nothing-place that keeps me company while I await the return of light to the world. With the return of the light shall come my spirits. I do so look forward to smiling.

-Mitch