I just woke up, at 14.00 o\'clock.
\"Fuck this\" I thought while realizing
what time it was and the headache
that has taken over my mind. Shit.
So, what did I do yesterday that has
now turned me in to a freakin\'
hangover-bitch? Hmm, let me think
reaaaal hard. Me and my girls had a
barbecue-night. (Included white wine
and a lot of beer). Oh yeah, that\'s it.
I remember now. I came home drunk
in the middle of the night.
I barely saw the letters on the freakin\'
computer at first. Anayway, when I sat
here and the whole world was spinning
around me, I came up with a brillant ide-
lets write some poetry or something. And
so I did. I\'m ashamed to admit this,
but I became a member here on Poeter.se
when I WAS DRUNK. I probably would have
become a member anyway, sometime.
But yesterday I was brave enough to write.
I\'ve realized that after all, I believe that I\'m
afraid to write about my feelings, and even more
afraid about the fact of letting other people read it.
But here I am now. Hungover, a member at
Poeter.se, dealing with a headache and hungry
as hell.