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no rest for the wicked.


Generally intolerant and deathly allergic to stupidity. I tend to repeat myself, I tend to repeat myself, and I like food, clean shaven pits and interesting nail polish shades.

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.They say parting is such sweet sorrow but i'm still looking for the sweet...{ Thursday, September 17, 2009 }

Tired. Because, well, waking up at 3am does that to you.

Today my heart broke a little more than a little. I cried like a stupid shit for hours til the stupid towel resembled a fucking sponge. I hate crying. I hate what's happened to us. Most of all I hate that you think I'm asking too much of you. I am so resentful right now i can't even fucking see straight - oh wait - that's just my massively puffy-like-fishball eyelids threatening to engulf my vision.

You said we'd work through it but let's be honest - it's not fucking working.

Maybe tomorrow things will be better.

Maybe tomorrow everything will be resolved.

Maybe not.

Probably not.

Most probably won't.

I'm tired, did i mention that? I don't know how much monotony i can take before my brain explodes.

I don't know how much non-communication I can take before I have to get the fuck out of this and leave.