Life through my eyes.Waking up I pealed the covers off me, placed my foot to the ground and search for a place to stand among the mountain of clothes scattered messily across my floor. The clothes all looked like the were hugging the Empty bottle of vodka which was lying neatly on top of the clothes. Raising my hand to my head as the room spin, I was slapped with a head ache, fighting to keep my wobling legs still I gingerly stumbled over to the mirror, I looked a mess, hair greasy, bags under eyes and a dirty face. Shaking my head I wondered why I did this, Drinking till I passed out, or cried my self to sleep.Life through my eyes.
You see being me is no fun at tall ima
