003: The Alcohol

It’s 3am on a Sunday morning and here I am writing this blog instead of in bed cuddling Hugh. We just got home from Amanda’s 21st and it was a blast. A true, real party I say. 6 bottles of vodka, 13 people in black and a whole load of fun.

And now I can’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning in bed with my brain spinning 20 rounds a second and my head feels like 20 kg weight. Ugh! Kill me.

Not wanting to wake Hugh up, I decided to talk to my blog, rather than continue to toss and turn in bed.

Ok, let’s talk about me. Who the hell am I?

I’m Marvis (of course it’s not a real name), I’m 26 this year, and I lost my parents when I was 19. I lived with my grandmother until 23 and decided to move out. People tell me that I’m a very reserved and quiet person. I don’t easily trust people, so I’d prefer to get to know you better before I feel comfortable telling you about myself. Some people call me a pessimist but I believe that I am just a believer that life is unfair. Life sucks, and that’s the truth, and whatever people say, at the end of the day, they don’t really care about you. It’s all part of life’s drama.

Hmm..

I’d better stop here.

G’night, world.