March 27th, 2003

The Party Scene


I have nothing to say. I just need something to do.

I'm depressed, like hell I am. I don't know why. Fucking bastard pills don't work, in any way, shape or form. I was crying all last night. I need my lover. Pooka, if you're there, I NEED YOU.

Fuck's sake - why am I complaining? I'm seeing Pooka tomorrow. I'm also going to see the doctor tomorrow, "check my progress" etc.

So why am I bothered?

Because I am.

Goodbye to you, you're taking up my time.

m.a. x
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