October 1st, 2002

(I've tried patience)


Well, I'm back online.

Not a great lot of good it does me and christ life is looking hideous at the moment, but whatever. What can I expect? I mean, really. (And it's not looking as hideous as my computer, though at least it's working again, which I am glad about.)

I feel sick. I'm tired, angry - I don't know what's holding my rage in but I hope it's strong enough to survive this joke of a party my mum's throwing for dad tonight - bitter, sickened, terrified, and extremely fed up.