mornin' sunshine.
actually, it's pretty much evenin'.
fuck that.
i have a love/hate relationships with the sun.
it blinds me when i wake up, but keeps me warm when you're not around.
so it can't be all bad.
can it?
i've developed the realisation that i have no talent. in anything. at all.
i can't sing, or play an instrument well.
i can't act, or even be myself.
i can't write, these words are just a wannabe's way of expressing all they could never be.
all i'm good at is procrastinating and underacheiving.
oh, and drinking myself into a shallow grave of my own doubt.
fan-bloody-tastic.
drinkuplastcall.
