Mar 23, 2008 10:43
Ah. The happiness was fleeting and drama free, just the way I would want it to leave. All my prospects are dried up wells, and all I have to feed off of is the kindness of my dance partner, of whom I see once a week. Quite melancholy. Sigh-worthy, if anything.
I'll get through this dry spell, even if I have to starve myself for some attention.
Dammit, I like food.