A risk.

[shesellseashell]

So tonight was a night for being alone, but not being able to handle being alone in your apartment. A night for driving around for a couple of hours chain smoking and blowing through red lights. Tonight was a night for exceeding the speed limit on the highway by way too much and letting the wind from the open window dry the tears that you're trying to suppress because you're so sick of them by now. It was a night for listening to loud music that alternately makes you feel sad, angry, and empowered. For feeling comforted because its nice to know that someone else has felt the same way and was able to express it the way you are unable to. It was a night for contemplating just when exactly you went crazy and why you let this happen again. Tonight you tried to decide whether or not you are going to trust your gut instict which has been questioned a million times in the past, but always proved to be right on. A night for making premature decisions that you probably won't even follow through with because you are weak. A night for not wanting to hear the other side or even caring to. You don't want to hear the full story because you never know if you can believe it and because you have a enormous trust issue which you feel you will never be able to get over. Tonight was a night for the damaged side of you to rise again and finish off any remaining ray of hope you can still muster.

Tonight was a night for overly dramatic livejournal entries and for dropping $100 on a Lovecats purse because hey, you've got extra money in the bank to blow.

When you're right, you're right.