This entry is a bit like a "behind the scenes; movie magic" of the making of this blog.

As I'm writing this blog I'm flicking back and forward between myspace, looking for me.

And reading my last entries which seem really trite and melo-dramatic. So this one, I reckon must surely be a lot better. Ha! I need to learn to work with the talents Ive got. And that sounds like fool-talk ma, cause I can take drugs and imagine I am really ten times better than what u are.

Speaking of which I'm online to distract myself from the fact I feel sick. Yes, how hardcore am I, I am actually sick from drug withdrawl.

Its somewhere between a migraine and a panic attack. As if the drugs I took have started to go off at the crevice of my skull and neck. I knew it was going to b hard. The spot in Belgrave I go to get a sense of whats happening in my life told me sickly grey skies ahead. And I knew it. I have to b honest tho. As much as I feel physically sick. I'm not craving drugs. I'm jack of being off my guts.