Jul 16, 2008 17:14
I never confuse arrogance with charisma.
I can spot an anti-cliche no matter how cleverly (or not so) you try to dress it up as originality. It's wank.
I can sit on my couch and cry with a roll of toilet paper in my hand for as long as I want now that I live alone.
I have started to feel sorry for myself.
I realise that I tend to care for other people more than they care for me.
I realise that I don't much care to be around myself anyway.
It's just a bad day.