Monday, 7 June 2010

I almost killed myself this morning

I woke up this morning near a Sainsbury's car park somewhere in London.

I'd decided to walk after a few beers with a friend. I popped into a
club instead and drank more and danced. I got a night bus but it was the
wrong one and that's why I ended up lost.

I have blurry recollections of 'dancing' with cars. I don't know what
the hell was going on in my stupid head.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I don't know what I was angry it. It might just be frustration at
catching the wrong bus or drinking way too or not smoking weed or I'm
still suicidal and I just rarely think about it.

I fear this may trigger a visit from services. I just don't know what
they can do for me. I should be scared.

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