I don't know if it's the thought of going home to selfish arrogant boyfriend that's doing it but I really feel like just going down the pub and drinking about 5 pints (although in reality I could probably only stomach one) and smoking 20 cigarettes (reckon I'd be sick after the third one!).
Maybe I'll just get some chocolate instead though.
I hate arguing with my boyfriend, especially when it's all his fault and he can't admit to it! He doesn't even understand why I'm upset!
Drowning my sorrows instead of going home does seem like an appealing option. Knowing me I'd probably start boring some poor random person with all my woes though!