Back again

I haven't posted in a few months because I've been too busy at University. University really doesn't allow for an excessive social life beyond boozy nights out. I'm back in Leicester. I've been here for 2days and I already want to go into the horizon. I really want to get medically trashed. Knock myself out. Inject loads of shit into me and snort crap and take pills and smoke weed and just distort life so it's shiny and new and sexy all over again.
I'm sort of a mess atm. It was this time last year I tried to top myself. And now Brittany Murphy's gone and died. It's all too sad. I do love Christmas though. My mind works as a paradox. Christmas is the best time, so I feel the worst. Does that make any sense? I am much too complicated, yet sort of obvious.