"Perhaps I am a miscreation? No one knows the truth, there is no future here." - Dar Williams: "Are You Out There?"
Okay, so this is just because I can, and because I'm shitscared and no-one knows about it as yet, so I'm talking here. Cope. You have no choice.
Today was just, well, not bad, bad is not the word, but it's left me shitscared (see 'How I'm Feeling:') so yeah... Let me explain.
Explanation behind the cut. I apologise in advance for the bad language and indignant italics but really they are there for a reason - I need to rant and I can't talk 'cause I'm a 21st century kid who believes MSN is the way forward for any type of conversation requiring emotion - you can cry (if you're on webcam well get off you idiot), think about what you're about to say while you're saying it and not make so much of a prat of yourself. So yeah, it might not be the same if all goes well, but is that always really the case? Besides, MSN you only have to be sitting at your computer at the same time. Actual conversations require being in a room, the same room, preferably alone. (Bar said other person, of course...)
Oh, please don't read this if you have any worries of your own/care about me in any way. It rants; and most likely horribly exaggerates too - but I'm paranoid and I'll quite healthily admit it. At least I hope to merryhell and back I'm being paranoid, 'cause if not then well guys and dolls I'm about as fucked as a Chinese rabbit - so there you go. Enjoy.
I feel a bit better now... *shrug* Oh well, who needs an education anyways? This is called Just In-Cases just in-case I can't get online for a stupidly long time... Likely. If they find out. I'll guess I'll just do what I vowed to do ages ago...
And as Freddie Mercury said:
"Who lives forever anyway?" - Queen: "Who Wants To Live Forever?"
I haven't slept (like I could anyway) and I'm developing Daxxy tendencies.