it's all a bit surreal.

This morning, i woke up, and for a few seconds i didn't know where i was. I didn't know who's arm was wrapped around me, and i didn't know what i'd done last night. Then it all came back as i stared up to the ceiling.
I was in Northaw. I'd had a good night.
I've also proven that me and him will never ever be just friends, i think we could come back in another two years and be in the same situation. It's just one of those things that never go away, and to be perfectly honest, i quite like it.
I love these people. I love the fact his mum has gone away to the Maldives for a week! Why don't we ever get that in Welwyn? Beer bottles covering every possible table space, cigarette butts overflowing from ashtrays, music so loud the floor shakes, condoms floating around the room and crisp packets scattered like decorations. It's so wrong that i absolutely loved it.

I guess the point of this is that for those few hours, i let go of everything. Nothing existed. There were no exams looming. There was no school in the morning. There were no complications. The only thing we were interested in was having a laugh and fighting over the last 'snout'. No one was gossiping, or bitching. Everyone was taking the piss, while getting pissed. Everything was just simple.
I wish there were more moments like these, where with a few people you're trapped in your own little bubble, the rest of the world just doesn't exist.

These moments should be treasured.