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. MEN! Honestly.
I want to break something, but all I have left is myself. Oh no, wait...I don't even have that, do I?
Joy.
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? Thought not. 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. ~gone~
E. x
(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.