It's killing me

dear diary, last night i went to the club... had a cocktail, did a bump, did a dance, talked some crap with people i hate, but they love me.... i got paid i got laid... my life sucks.... dear diary, i went out again... got dragged to afterhours, it was fab, but all i have to show for it is a runny nose and baggy eyes, but i did lose 2 lbs. so i guess it was worth it... my life sucks.... dear diary, he never called... so i went to the club again.... tired people, tired music... ::sniff:: did a bump... haha... dear diary, i hate this DJ... he didnt play my record... he played you know who's... but thats ok... out with the old... and in with the new... it's time!