Just returned from one of my best mate's stag weekends, three days and nights in Ibiza where nothing that could be described as even remotely normal happened. Try as i might, there is nothing of any interest i can muster to write on this damned blog. I have never felt less inspired in all my days.
Arrgh i hate it when you look at me like that.
I've got absolutely nothing.
Could everybody please just fuck off.
(Yes even you)
Arrgh i hate it when you look at me like that.
"I no longer know who I am, and feel like the ghost of a total stranger."
ReplyDeleteon the money. who said that?
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