Happy New Year if you are still alive and/or sober enough to be reading this. Can't remember New Year's Eve, let alone the countdown or anything from around then. It's bits and pieces. A bit like everything at the moment, sometimes I'm in my head and sometimes I'm everywhere but. Can't escape for long though, it's more like a prison every day. Who the fuck came up with skulls anyway? I wonder how hard they are to crack.
Passed out on New Year's, haven't really recovered yet. Feel like a zombie, not just because there's still alcohol rushing around my blood stream, but because of the severe lack of sleep. It's not been fun. The goal was to get wankered, to forgive and forget, which was only marginally achieved and now things seem to be heading to worse rather than better. Things just haven't seemed to work out the way they were meant to this time.
If I could fight myself I would, because really that's the only person I have to blame for how I'm feeling. One stupid, naive moment of rushing hormones and this is how it ends, waiting for something to happen. It's not, really, very, fun.
To cheer up, it's been a glad relief to work on 'Dance For Me' and hit the pre-production up a notch. The scene is set, all we need now is a few months of hard work and complete dedication and maybe it will all go well for once and my mind will be diverted to a more productive cause than sitting around feeling sorry for myself and not being able to close my eyes without that illustrious mind's eye of mine taking over and replaying scenes I would rather erase forever.
New Year's resolutions will be up shortly,
to make sure I stick to them.
Happy New Year.
to make sure I stick to them.
Happy New Year.
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