Most people have no idea what I'm talking about when Im describing it.
I usually get it as an accompanyment to the horrors, so it's lying in bed, fucking unable to move.
While the bed spins
And there's a man. Or a monkey. or a boogie monster. Standing in the room with a knife.
Fuck I'm queasy just thinking about the last run I had through it.
What's messing with my groove?
I don't know. Well some things in life are going grand. All is well.
But there's other parts of life I just can't figure out in the fucking slightest. I think things are heading in the direction they should be or I want them to be then it's just a dead stop and I'm left totally fucking baffled why. Then my head will go down and I'll start to live in my head over thinking everything and lie in bed at night completely unable to sleep.
I'll probably go to the pub to watch the match tomorrow. And Macros drinking when he's in this kind of a dump mode generally ends in a mess. (Last time my head was screwy we had wonderful drunk threads to enjoy, better than macros ringing people he shouldn't at 3am)
This post has been edited by Macros: 03 March 2017 - 08:36 PM