It was dutifully ripped out. ::nods::
I'm in a horribly foul mood.
I don't know if it's just the sweeping resurgance of feeling sick, my sudden desperate cravings for cigarettes, the fact that my life is a pile of shit and I've no motivation to change it, or that I'm just pmsing or something.
I guess it doesn't matter what the cause is, as I really don't want to talk about it. I've been doing nothing but talking about my feelings. The tiniest of things have been causing tear stains on any willing shoulder and that just makes me feel so weak and small and pathetic and everything that I really really don't like about most people.
I think I'll shut the hell up for a bit, read some books, get my shit together and try to stop sticking my dirty hands into things and trying to make them move the way I want them to.
I have to remind myself that rivers don't change course just because I'm around. And I have to quite being so fucking angry at that fact.