The fallout from the club was one I’m sure we can all relate to. A nasty hangover, a tasteless haul of McDonald’s delivery and tiredness. My friends and I came together to watch one of my favourite movies and my friends at home found a new game to play. This day would be fine if not for my flatmate scalding me for not cleaning my messes up. Of course it was my fault and I rectified it instantaneously but the thoughts of being a useless sack of shit (for lack of a better phrase) plagued my mind and in all honesty still do as I type this. I hate how bad I feel, my brain is my worst enemy. I hate myself