I'm stuck in a rut now probably due to the onset of pms. I've been wanting to change something so badly for the past few days, but somehow when i'm one foot out the door, this invisible putrid force pulls me back in and I'm back in the claustrophobic cage called - my life.

One morning, you wake up. On your way to the bathroom, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. The first thing that you think is 'Gawd, i look like fuck.' A mixture of disbelief and curiosity draws you closer to the mirror and you start disecting yourself into bits, trying to find the root cause as to why you look like a train wreck. Your morning crusted eyes roam your face in search of an answer.

sex, alcohol, drugs.