My tweets from last night at a party (on a boat) pretty much sum me up...

i have the most overwhelming urge to cut. parties are lovely but this is DEPRESSING. :( i need someone. or a pint.

When everyone was drunker than me and I was feeling shit because of it.

So much banter, so much drama, walked robby home in the end, it was alright. I'd do it again but only drunk enough so that I don't remember.

My mate was vomming by 9:30, couldn't stand so I basically carried him home.

I have a great urge to get high. top off the night with a happy. not a bad drama. not gonna though, I have no draw

then

fucking hell. sort your fucking life out jack.

Drunken me always seems to see me from the outside, as some retard with no social skills, who's obviously struggling with a dependancy he hasn't really got. I'm on the edge of being a fucking drunk, if I had the money I'd rely on weed to keep me happy. I'm a cynic and it's slowly killing me.

The party was alright, so much drama, we had 2 rival schools on a boat in the Thames, we had to turn around early because of multiple fights. Basically ruined the girls' birthdays because some people can't handle their drink.

I don't know what my point is, I just need to vent. My life isn't bad, I just feel like a bit of an outcast at the moment, and everything's going shit at school.

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Like....there aren't any friends you could call tonight that aren't doing something else?