Good to fucking know that overnight things went to shit. -shakes head-
Good to know that I've been acting a certain way and didn't even know about it.
Ugh.
I'm going to run my fucking ass off today.
And you know what? Fuck my knee, I hope it explodes again. That'd be icing on the fucking cake.
So much for my mood getting any better.
Hiatus time. If I'm around, cool, if not, whatever.
I need to vent.
I need to punch something.
I need someone who wont make me feel guilty or like shit for no reason.
I swear I did nothing. Not intentionally. Nor did I even recognize what I did.
/end rant.
In other news.
I slept shitty last night. Consecutive nightmares. Why is it when you have consecutive good dreams, you don't remember them at all? But when you have nightmares they linger and rot inside you, reminding you what it was they were trying to tell you?
I'd kill to be able to forget those and remember a good dream now and again.
"A window Pane.
A broken Shard.
A facet upon the Face.
Reflecting inward.
Refracting light.
Bitter to the Taste.
A piece of Me
A part of You
A painful memory Grows.
A shake of the Head.
A clench of the Fist.
And nobody needs to Know."
/end
