I. FEEL. BAD.

darnit.

like i'm about to asplode. f*ck i don't even feel like writing it cute.

again.

like i'm about to explode.

i have to TALK to someone.

i have to hear them say that i'm FAULTLESS and what i did was RIGHT.

i have to see the result of my being HARSH.

and it has to be a GOOD result.

or else, too much effort will go to waste.

and i'll probably hurt myself again.

why does my ability to dream the future always fail me in cases like these??

SUX LIKE A LEECH. BIG TIME.

I HATE YOUUUUU. because i have to leave you. left a dratted hole in my heart.

now, to another plug... if there ever is one. hope it's sturdy.