But hey. I got relatively screwed over (again) because of alcohol (again) and I feel bitter and gullible and a little used and disappointed and upset and angry. So much for a good start to this week, in which I was supposed to be enjoying myself, what with the birthday and all.
I'm going to go and sleep for a bit more. Because it's all that I can do when things are leaden and, well, generally unpleasant like this. And oh god, LiveJournal is horrible today. Everything is.
Hiding from your eyes behind a waterfall of blood
Is where I'd rather be
However much I try I can't set free enough to hide behind
And you're still looking at me