"I'm going out, I'm gonna drink myself to death
And in the crowd I see you with someone else,
I brace myself, 'cause I know it's going to hurt,
But I like to think at least things can't get any worse..."
Eight-pint logic isn't very logical.
I don't care what Greek letter you assign to yourself; it doesn't exempt you from deserving a skillet to the head. (Although, y'know, if it's 'Psi' I'll be really jealous.)
Waking up at 5 when you went to bed at 1 is bad.
Falling asleep again and dreaming of a dying ghost, a distracted boy, a pokey world, two stressed meddling families and no space where I can sit on my own for ten minutes and try to sort my brain and work out what I feel or what needs to be done? Blah. We do not like. That can fuck right off.
Damn, I'm tired.
What the hell was I meant to be up to today?
Something.
Things. Stuff. Oddments.
No neurons we can't go back to sleep - get up get up GET UP.
Also, when the hell did I become 110lbs? That's interesting. WTF?
Oh gods I'm tired.
"No home, I don't want shelter,
No calm, nothing to keep me from the storm,
And you can't hold me down,
'Cause I belong to the hurricane,
It's gonna blow us all away..."
I brace myself, 'cause I know it's going to hurt,
But I like to think at least things can't get any worse..."
Eight-pint logic isn't very logical.
I don't care what Greek letter you assign to yourself; it doesn't exempt you from deserving a skillet to the head. (Although, y'know, if it's 'Psi' I'll be really jealous.)
Waking up at 5 when you went to bed at 1 is bad.
Falling asleep again and dreaming of a dying ghost, a distracted boy, a pokey world, two stressed meddling families and no space where I can sit on my own for ten minutes and try to sort my brain and work out what I feel or what needs to be done? Blah. We do not like. That can fuck right off.
Damn, I'm tired.
What the hell was I meant to be up to today?
Something.
Things. Stuff. Oddments.
No neurons we can't go back to sleep - get up get up GET UP.
Also, when the hell did I become 110lbs? That's interesting. WTF?
Oh gods I'm tired.
"No home, I don't want shelter,
No calm, nothing to keep me from the storm,
And you can't hold me down,
'Cause I belong to the hurricane,
It's gonna blow us all away..."