How did I end up here, like this?

One moment we were clubbing and then, like, the next we were emo-ing over bakchormee. Somehow, I am now overwhelmed with a suffocating sense of helplessness. I have more or less concluded that I am not happy with my life, and I don’t know how to go about feeling happy again.

If I were to look at it in a very Reeves-esque, econs-ish sort of way, I would say that I still experience fleeting moments of happiness, but on balance, I am not a happy person. I used to be content with living from moment to moment, but right now I am feeling a bit……lost. I need solid ground. I need to be secure with my frivolity again.

Anyways, I am not going to club for as long as I can help (wah, very sneaky way of putting it, ‘cos I don’t shoot myself in foot even if I go like, say, tomorrow) it. The music sucks, the place sucks, the drinks suck, men suck, and I’m now, in retrospect, annoyed that I didn’t spend the lovely stormy night at home with my freshly acquired Fleet Foxes album and a good book.

I could really use another bowl of mee pok dry, extra lard.