I think maybe I need to grow myself a better spine... or see if I can char away a bit more of my heart... or SOMETHING...

...'cos I could really do without this shit. I don't need to be sitting here in pain, queasy, tired... and then suddenly put into overdrive until there's nothing left of what little peace I'd been holding on to. Inspiration dead. Distracted, unable to draw my wandering thoughts and outlooks into a coherant, complete whole. Impatient, overwrought, disturbed and demented and generally annoyed.

I had enough problems an hour ago, dammit. I don't need any more to think about.

Fucking stupid emotions... all I want to feel right now, if I have to feel something, is hunger... or protectiveness. Not this.

NOT THIS.