i can't afford a carriage
new personal low.
sitting alone. having an overwhelming desire to hear "daisy bell"
then upon listening to a recording of it, bursting into very violent tears.
that really unattractive crying, not the 'i'm morose watch these doe eyes get all glassy and a few tear drops roll down the cheek' pretty cry that i am so apt to do. but that violent, i cant breathe, my windpipe is kind of closing sobs.
i have no clue why either. except for the amazing power of popular songs from 1896.
whoever told me that i would get good and sane when i laid off the drugs and the drink was a liar.
now i'm barely functional and so sober that i can't even properly romanticise or enjoy my madness.
i could really use a gin and tonic and a hot bath about now.
knoxville really is a hateful city
sitting alone. having an overwhelming desire to hear "daisy bell"
then upon listening to a recording of it, bursting into very violent tears.
that really unattractive crying, not the 'i'm morose watch these doe eyes get all glassy and a few tear drops roll down the cheek' pretty cry that i am so apt to do. but that violent, i cant breathe, my windpipe is kind of closing sobs.
i have no clue why either. except for the amazing power of popular songs from 1896.
whoever told me that i would get good and sane when i laid off the drugs and the drink was a liar.
now i'm barely functional and so sober that i can't even properly romanticise or enjoy my madness.
i could really use a gin and tonic and a hot bath about now.
knoxville really is a hateful city