Tuesday, 7 February 2017

I Have Cut My Narssisist Dad Off.

And gone are the three f*cking fabulous night s of blue cheese and sleep as the penny pinching prison burn returns along with the usual relentless insomnia. Initially I get angry shakes, cry and wanna break shit, secondly I m suffocated by my darkest fears which at the moment mostly seem to revolve around my next police interview looming on the 21st of this month. I wanna do this interview about as much as I wanna f*ck Donald trump cos there s nothing I want less than to be responsible for... Ideas Of An Insomniac

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