Drug

You’re like my drug. I just can’t say no to you. I don’t want to quit you, I never, ever want it to end. I’m told you’re bad for me, but I ignore it all, just for the rush. Now what I live for, is the flutter of my heart, and the pounding of my blood. I can’t quit you. I’m addicted to you. I always just need one more hit. I can never say, “enough”.

Fall

It’s both horrifying and disgusting to see someone fall from grace in your eyes. They say you should never meet your heroes and now I understand why, granted he was never my hero, but the sentiment still applies. To see someone you admire so, fall so far into corruption, it begs the question; Can any of us resist temptation? Can any of us be a paragon of our kind? Or, are we all doomed to submit to our base temptations? Are we nothing more than coal waiting to burn out into nothingness? Are we matches in the howling darkness, that think we blaze like suns, when in reality, we are so very easily snuffed out of existence?

Just Home

So I’m just home from my celebratory night out. I didn’t drink much because I’m trying to teach myself to enjoy nights out without alcohol. I’d hate to become a person who can only have fun or enjoy himself with the aid of a substance or toxin. It was a fun night, I met up with everyone, heard all the results did lots of dancing and even danced on a sort of podium thing in front of everyone. 

I got soaked when one girl head butted another girl and her drink flew out of her hand, onto yours truly. This may be sexist, (I’m not really good with sexism so if it is please tell me, I really don’t want to offend) but I think it’s horrible to see two girls fighting one another, especially over a guy. But hey I didn’t stare for too long, there was a male exotic dancer to keep my gaze. Well I actually watched him out of the corner of my eye, to avoid suspicion, but yeah, he was nice! They also had fire breathers, it was an awesome night in a pretty badass club.

I even got to meet up with two old friends of mine. They both used to train with me in my karate club, but they had both quit and lived too far away for a casual meeting. They were both there, it was great. The first thing both of them said was exactly the same;

THE HAIR

Yes it is different now.

At the end of the night Adele’s song “Someone Like You” played. An odd choice indeed. My friends and I put our arms around one another and just sang along. But one line hit me; 

Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste.

And looking around, I finally realised how bittersweet it really was. I hated school, but the people with there arms around me were my friends. Chances are I may lose contact with them, at the very least our relationship will be strained. I hated school because of so many horrible people, I’m so happy to finally be free of it and them. But it’s bittersweet, I’ll miss my friends.

But all in all, a pretty good night. I didn’t drink myself into a stupor and still managed to have fun, my liver must love me!