I said something earlier tonight about one little thing pushing me over the edge. Well two fucking spoilt hooligans throwing eggs at my car could do it.
so I sit here, all screwed up feeling like I'm at the bottom of a very dark pit, and I don't like it very much.
perhaps I should just go to bed.
and yet, part of me wants to stay thing way, why is the darkness so comfortable.
- posted by Catherine @ 9/01/2005 12:11:00 AM