• Mood: hurt.bitter.unwanted.cynical.
• Music: 'Norwegians' by Kit & The Widow.

Funny...

...someone told me something a good four days ago that really, really, really hurt me. And here I am on Friday at nearly midnight, and I *still* haven't cried about it, or bled about it, or written about it.
I don't know why, either.
hurtbitterrejectedunwantedfuckyou*very*much
It's hurting a lot just now.
It's late.
I think I'll go and sleep for a couple of hours, 'less the common room's going to be free soon.

Oh, and sorry, wildeabandon, the computer ate the reply I was writing to our e-mail; I'll do it tomorrow when I'm awake again, it wasn't particularly coherent. (If by some weird chance you get half a reply, just ignore it, k? Thanks.)

Ouch. Oh, it does hurt.
Oh. *That's* where my jealousy went.
Oh.

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