Oh, god, horrible. Half an hour of tears, they just wouldn't stop.
It's not only down to being lonely. It's down to wonderful fucking insensitivity.
I want to break something, but all I have left is myself.
Oh no, wait...I don't even have that, do I?
Seriously though, I'm fine. I hurt all the time, right? Right. Glad we've got that sorted. So, once you know that I can deal with hurting, it's ok to put my emotions through the mechanical grater, right?
Does anyone see anything wrong with that?
Ah well. 's just me then.
~sigh~ I'm also not being fair. I should just go and curl up, I think.
But I can't even fucking relax this fucking weekend. I'm blaming Cilla. It's all his fault. RARGH.
(Oh, and I bought some music, but it's not important.)
Normally when I cut myself it's like Norway's efforts in the Eurovision Song Contest - try, try, try, and no result.
Today? It was like the freakin' Red Sea. ~shakes head~ Weird.
And I don't feel better, and my leg hurts, and life sucks.