I Need You To Have The Strength Of Widows And Sole Survivors.

I will 'be a jerk and ignore you' as much as I please, thank you very much.


Desperation desperation. I need to stop being so fucking stupid. I'm stressing and worrying over things that don't even exist, that won't even exist. Things don't work that way, they never do.

It's so stupid how petty things can affect me so much. (Note: this doesn't have anything to do with anything that has happened this weekend, in terms of time spent/cut short in Seattle.) None of this crap matters, and it's not going to. I wish it would, but it won't, and things are just as simple as that.

That was a nice glimmer of hope. The keyword there being 'was'. Ah well.



Welcome to the Doldrums.