...oh, wait, it'll be too dark to see, in there. I'll have to do the hating myself aggressively with bladed instruments first, then.
Later : OK, before the rush (who am I kidding? but, y'know) I should point out that I am ok, really. I'm just making resolutions left right and centre never to get involved with anyone ever again *ever*.
I'm eighteen years old, for christ's sake. I've been locked in a girls' boarding school for the last five years. I'm young and fucking scared. Give me some kind of break, boys. Please.
Um, ok, I'm crying, so maybe I'm not all that ok. But I'll be all right. And I'm going to see pringle now, and he always helps. ~smile~