sometimes I get so mad for no reason at all. and then suddenly it's gone again.
right now I'm calm as fuck. but I am swearing because I can do whatever the fuck I want. also fuck is very liberating.
right now I have the fuzzy niceness of tipsy settling in. it feels wonderful. and I don't plan on stopping until I pass out in my own bed, probably grasping a bottle of rum, because right now I couldn't care what anyone else thinks, I just want to feel good. and I'm given that feeling briefly when I'm out of it.
you know that other fuzzy feeling? the bad black one that haunts the corners of your mind when you least expect it? that's there too. and it has been for a couple of days now. and the drunk fuzzy masks the dark fuzzy and I like that.
this evening, the full "heavy weight on your shoulders" feeling appeared for the first time in ages. and it wasnt nice and it made me upset.
I don't want to be upset anymore.
over and out,
Gloves. xx
p.s. Jordan needs to calm his shit down. bitch.
