I do like my uni, even with all the bad shite.
Me and Annie took some super nice acid on the weekend and tripping together was indescribable so I wrote this song to capture the vibe cause my words could never do it justice
Being home alone means sitting in my kitchen in my underwear and robe, eating grapes from the bag at my dinning room table.
Iv just procrastinated away half an hour, I have been thinking about a time and iv romanticised it.
It may have been reckless and it may have been a mistake, but a was a lovely mistake.
Its funny how a sustain mix of scents can recall such memories.
Designing a report and then writing another 1000 words.
oh mon dieu
I am far to sick
I should be sleeping
But all I can think is that I still have another 1000 words to write in the morn.
Be still my rushing mind.
And oh gosh skin, Sort your shit out.