It's amazing how quickly things go from great to bad to great to bad to... to...

Now I have this lump in my throat and pressure in my chest and a brain full of thoughts that are the worst and most selfish and hurtful of me and so many desires pulling in so many directions and so many things I want to say (want to have said). I can't wait until nighttime. I fucking feel sick.

The rest of the day is shot. Inside this house is dark and cold and unfriendly, and outside is worse.

Life would be wonderful...

Melodrama, etc.



I hate this shit. I wish I could fall back asleep and wake up tomorrow.