Evenings like this are the worst. I have absolutely no control over my feelings. Mum sparked me off & I freaked out & I have no idea why I started crying. Now, every time I think about the slightest thing my eyes start pricking. Xavi isn't there because he's holed up in his house for his fucking mock exams and has made me fall asleep unhappy for the last 2 evenings - and it's been me who apologises the next morning because he's such a shitting expert at guilt trips. It doesn't help that I'm listening to the second-most depressing album in the world (Only By The Night by KOL, the most depressing is whatever crap Glasvegas shat together for their album). I know it's because it's "That Time Of The Month Again!" and there's no way of helping that except going to bed and shoving my head under the covers until I eventually drift off into that fucking fantastic state of unconsciousness. I guess that's what I'll go do now.
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- January 08, 2009
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