I have no idea why that line there gives me this awful gut-wrenching melancholy.
Maybe because Rink is already focusing on Ashley, maybe because he's gone hetero and for the time being so will I [or I'll fool myself to believe that], maybe because he already found a song for them and they are not even together [yet].
So this is the so-called MISERY. How I drag her, riding on my back as she hammers my head with her words. Oh how it hurts right now.
I did something nice for someone I just met in the net. I couldn't stand one more miserable being like myself, I would murder. Had to change that. I want to be miserable alone.
I hate Rink right now. He should rot up in hell with Ashley and die there... ok, maybe he could rot up in a cage by my bedside.
I'm so fucking down, I'm so gloomed, I'm so unhappy with everything and everyone. I have stacks of cookies and coke to prevent me from killing myself. The tummy will do that for me.
I miss Caterina. I want her here.
Dude the migrane is driving me INSANE.
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