Hungover
My head's on fire Build my funeral pyre I might expire I feel so dire Last night's a blur Just him and her My brain won't whir I don't concur I might just die Bid life goodbye Why. Why. Why.
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My head's on fire Build my funeral pyre I might expire I feel so dire Last night's a blur Just him and her My brain won't whir I don't concur I might just die Bid life goodbye Why. Why. Why.
What a mess. My body's been test. With copious amounts. Of shots all about. Mixers and cocktails. Downed like a good girl. But when I did wake. The loo saw my intake. As tummy combusted.
21-Ally ~Ally's POV~ Emily and I stood waiting outside the door of Jenna’s house, about an hour after the whole…incident, had happened.
Kumbaya Ed-ward, kumbaya Kumbaya Ed-ward, kumbaya Kumbaya Ed-ward, kumbaya Oh Ed-ward, kumbaya Whilst I'm still drunk I'll be singing like it or not you'll be listening O Edward Kumbaya Whilst...
It's a pity when you wake up, After such a good night out, And every single whisper, Feels like a malicious shout.
# household The buffet at the christening Contained something, there's no doubt For I am holed up in the throne room Trying to work it out Maybe 'twas the prawn ring Defrosted once or twice I only...
Oh god, Should I regret my Decision last night. My stomachs just not happy with me, And heads becoming irritated. @gazplend was the first to say, I was wasted when I didn't think I was.
Saturday nights can be oh so cruel. I sat up all night like a drunken fool. I fell asleep at 1pm Sunday. And didn't wake up 'til about 7:30. My head is still thumping. From all the shot-dunking.
@smellyfingers @sjw @naaviie Wakey Wakey fellow crazies... I wander through the carriages Surveying the aftermath Of a truly mad party The likes the Cuckoo Train's never had.
What to write about. What to write. There's no inspiration Within my sight.