color of plaid

[xlunastarx]

I just tried to post and LJ deleted it again. At least it wasn't anything important.

The concert's in a short six hours from and in three hours, I'll be at the Fillmore waiting in line (should there be one) by myself. I think Jen scampered off with her boy. (shrugs) I'm tough, I can handle the Fillmore myself, damnit. It doesn't take much to stand down there. I just hope she can find me when she gets down there.

I think my eyes are square again. Been online too long probably.

I know it's cold, but I'm not wearing a sweater. Come to think of it, I don't know where my sweater is.

I feel so mad
I feel so angry
I feel so callous
So lost, confused again
I feel so cheap
So used, unfaithful
Let's start over
Let's start over.

Did I forget that pattern? Well then, color me stupid for thinking that this time was any different than the last. And fuck me for being addicted to something: pain. And shame on me for thinking about something I said I wouldn't do again.

Good god, my hands are cold.

Wait, did Simon leave? When did he leave? I'm confused again.

I think I'll be more excited in a few hours. Right now, I just want to lie down.