I'm starting to feel like there's no point again. ~frowns~ If the gods are going to cut up my heart into little pieces, can't they at least use sterilised scissors rather than a blunt knife and fork?
Weird bastards. ~s~
Never mind. Before I say this, let me promise you that I Am Not Fishing. I just genuinely forgot for a couple of weeks that I am not worth anything. For a couple of weeks I laboured under the misapprehension that I deserve something resembling happiness, and worse, that I was going to get it. Now I've been reminded that I don't deserve it, and given a right smack round the head to make sure I don't make the same mistake again.
Not fishing. Just can't believe I forgot. ~shakes head~
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