three tears I saved for you
Bluergh head fuck. Angel keeps getting shit on from a great height. I have pulled myself through these things which have attacked me. I'm so worried about myself, the fact being so much has happened to me that I'm almost immune to these new nasties. I'm I dead? That would explain the flies I guess. Maybe just really happy and above little shit's is the real reason. I don't really care anymore. True I was deeply hurt, betrayed, crushed and destroyed but now however I couldn't give a flying fuck. I leave this message in my diary to warm me in future days when I return to misery again. Face it that's not going to happen what can possibly hurt me now? xxxxxxxx Oh btw i've also had my head fully rotated at the weekend during rehearsals and chose to use Alice Cooper's Poison as the song to do it to. ^_^