Funny how things can go from 'indifferent toward you' to 'fucking hate you' so quickly.
I'm calmer, but still upset.
I kind of like it, I've realized, being this cold. It's almost teeth chattering, but not quite. But it's somehow deeper at the same time. I dunno.
I'm going to go sit in the tub with the shower on in a minute. Just melt off the outer layer like an ice cube in the sink.
I don't *think* I'll end up crying.
But I might end up saying fuck it to the sorting of things and just throw it all out. What has the keeping gotten me thus far?
Heh. My hair is dripping and I'm hunched and I feel like a creature and this is somehow making me laugh.
that's the agenda I guess.