I wrote this already once, but in my in terrible recklesness I managed to delete it all.
Functioning normally is much more complicated with a hangover than when drunk.
I woke up at noon. My head's been exploding since. But it doesn't seem to explode just yet. So I am waiting anxiously for it to happen.
My room smells like a swamp. It makes me sick. It's so disgusting! Why can't we just go to tearoom, drink Pu-Erh Yetti special double fermented blend and smoke shisha, instead of this awful self-decapacitating, with no point at all.
16th birthday party should not go this wrong. I feel like a gangsta ghetto kid, a rotten existence.
Yet I visit the best school in my effin country, so it can't be that bad.
Even the fact I can write in English in this state of mind (note: my mother tongue is Czech) proves something.
But enough of unfitting boasting.
I think I'll go back to silent self-loathing now.
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