Sigh.. I have a pimple on my forehead possibly the size of a pea.

As with most of you am so very tired.. I know, I know.. I shouldn't and needn't be so shallow but really, I'm drained from the roots of my hair to the end of my toe nails. Oh please, please, PLEASE!!! can tomorrow and the day after and the day after that come ANY faster?? Please? =(. I'll be good I promise..

I just need that sunrise that'll bring better looking clouds and a bluer sky, you know?

That's all I'm asking for, really..

Excuse my French but fuck this.
Fuck fuck fuck this.

Sigh.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..

Have you ever been through that? That heavy feeling at the bottom of your tummy? The heavy heart and messy mind full of thoughts that keep colliding with one another like a montage of bad family and passport photos?

The choking feeling you have in your throat, which you need to cry out otherwise you'd just.. implode on yourself and.. lose all hope..

Sigh..

If I'd permit myself i'd weep all over Farey's keyboard.. but i won't because she'd kill me. Heh..

Siti