Bring it on, big guy with the scythe. I've never been so ready.
If I should die, think only this of me : Cambridge's goth club will find itself with an atmospheric and unexpected ghost. ~g~
But I won't die, because - to borrow a concept from the only person who could actually help me right now - I'm not allowed a way out; nothing so easy.
I think I drained all my support reserves over the last week. I need someone to support me now, but I have to go and face the my-dad-alike who runs the MVE shops, and when I come out I come home alone.
And in any case a number of people could offer support and I just don't think it would help. There are places I need to be and people I need to be there with, and it's just not going to happen.
Not ever again.
~sigh~ Oh, god, before this gets even more Melodramatic and Angsty I should probably stop typing.