"Monday morning, comes a crawling in
From another weekend choked with cigarettes and sin
I've been busy, so much lately
That every time I get some time to spend
I end up drunk or sleeping in
And I miss you, you're busy too
We call each other up, when we're messed up
And say we'll meet in the New Year
But it's perfectly clear we'll do no such thing
Come the spring

"And that's how I miss out, on another night
The kind of night where nothing really happens
Yeah but everything goes down
And at the end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone
When I'm in town."

- Frank Turner, St. Christopher Is Coming Home


"So stop looking so damn depressed".. I'm knackered. It seems like all this work to do is never ending, and the more I complain the harder it gets and the more I do the more tired I am and the end isn't near. What happened to my weekends? We used to just hang out at the beach, at our friend's houses, in town and in forests, having fun and acting like kids. Now everyone's so knackered it doesn't work. We have commitments and responsibilities and so many things to get done... When will everyone let go and feel together again, and rejoice in the fact that we're YOUNG?