I had three parties to go to last night.
THREE. One would think I'm fucking 'social' or something.
I chose Kaine's... I chose his and it was "perfect"... meant to be, anyhow. So fucking special.
Felling betrayed; a little angry.
Very much ALIVE, however.
More complications.. not what I was after, but it sure makes things interesting.
Perhaps I should stop analysing.. lying on the floor, freezing, curled in on myself.. it was like old times, while it set the "low"... The desperation was gone. Hurt without the release. Some thing's got to happen.
Feeling less [human]. More detached. Not feeling LESS, simply not being affected by what is there. Tired, mostly.
There's an eloquent way to explain this, I'm sure.
On a long enough time-line even the most extreme things begin to feel contrived.
- Mood:
Torment - Listening to: Blaqk Audio