Such Great Heights.

Please don't continue to comment on these entries just so you can get a word in on everything I say. If you want to talk, you have my phone number, and you know where I live. I am not against talking, but if we do, we're doing it in a much more personal manner.

Again, this shitstorm keeps on rotating through my life. I'm getting really, really sick of it. At least there's a few shining rays left. Though, with my luck, they'll be gone shortly as well.

On and on and on and on and on.

Inching closer and closer to the end of my rope. But I've pretty much come to accept it.

Christ I'm dramatic. Oh well, it suits me just fine at this point and time in my life. Therefore, it shall continue.

A bracelet of gold and scarlet wrapped around your wrist/Everything is wrong, so we sang sentimental songs/'How seldom we belong, but how elegant our kiss.'

Quoting those lyrics over and over makes me feel better, in a way but it also upsets me. Confusing, indeed.

I found the key, but I threw it away. I'll pick that lock on my own.