Intoxication

This is what it feels like to be intoxicated, where my blood runs thin with poison. I could say 'It was an accident' or 'they bought my drinks' but that would be lying. 38hours later and I am still feeling the affects of downing a whole bottle of wine in 15minutes.

Why do we do it to ourselves?

Sleep deprivation and lack of food consumption is lethal. I need to rest my sore eyes, close my body down into a sub-concious state. If only to feel right again; to feel relief from this horrific self-inflicted illness.

The night itself was epic. From the meeting of an old friend who I haven't seen in a year to the forgetting about my life back in Leicester. Being with my closest friends, laughing at old times, enjoying the night life of manchester whilst keeping each other steady on our feet.
Flash Flash
A kiss on the cheek and it's captured forever. A hug with a silly face, a pout, a laugh and so it's all 'remember this', 'remember that' as afternoon dawns. 3 in the bed and the little one said 'oh my head'. Paracetemol? Toilet basin? Shower?
But all I want is good health. Tommoro it will arrive, or maybe the day after.

But for now sleep is all i hear. calling me. begging me. needing me.