sometimes you need your friends to come round, take the vodka out of your hands scream and shout at you , tell you to pull yourself together and force feed you. Sometimes what you really need is ross to come round, more vodka in hand and encourage you to drink til you vomit. He will wallow in misery with you, laugh at your jokes, slag off the guys with you and then hell tell you to pull yourself together. Your to far gone by then buts its ok and you start to have good intentions to sort your life out the next day and then its all down hill again.
But he will sit with you and hold your hand til its over. im not sure when this is going to end but i hope it does soon.
nearly the fucking weekend and more drunkeness with 'the boys'. I miss them so bad that it seems like forever until tomorrow and i get to see them.
peace.