COZ

you know how I feel out of place until I'm levered off my face
and I can't work out what you're on about
I'm not strong, I'm not brave, and I'm not clever.
I won't pretend.
I'm a dreamer who tends to romanticise most people/places/situations.
I want to have my cake and eat it,
but not have to think about the consequences.
I am terribly indecisive. I hardly ever know what I want, and when I do decide I tend to wish I'd chosen something else.
I like nothing more than a long night of drinking, smoking and dancing.
I am too weak for my own good.
I rarely say no.. and when I do I usually don't mean it.
My overdraft is at it's limit, and i'll probably owe you money at somepoint.
I seem to have digressed recently.
My mind is as much of a mess as my room is.
I struggle to function with day to day life, working 9 till 5.
I sit at my desk and daydream about being somewhere else.
That doesn't mean that i'm unhappy
Although i'm not sure if I am..
It's getting more difficult to tell.
I frequent:
The Flapper
The Island Bar
Snobs
Bushwhackers
Subway City