*silent, anguished scream*
I need a Garden State moment. NOW! You know...the kind where you stand on the top of an abandoned piece of construction vehicle and just scream at the top of your lungs into an abyss. while wearing a black trashbag in the pouring rain.
That...or I could really use a punching bag. No. A human body to pummel. They'd be wearing padding of course, but you get the picture. I really...really need a field or something to scream and do martial arts in. I need to kick some trees.
I wish I had the skills of those characters in Tekken or Soul Caliber. I could REALLY. REALLY. REALLY!!! use all of the above right now.
Why do I always fall for the wrong people? Why?
Many apologies to my readers/friends out there for the serious overflow of angst in this journal. I'm a writer. I'm supposed to be like the weeping willow, right? Silent. Alone with my thoughts. Brooding...with drooping branches? Eh?
I could use about a million hugs right now. Call me silly. Girly. Whatever. But heartbreak...no matter how slight...is a fucking pain in the motherfucking ass...
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