Dammit.

GAH... oh, well.

You know how to find me. You know where I am, if you're someone around here, anyway...

...dammit, I want company. I want memories. I want. I wish. I exist.

Can I please stop now?

You would not BELIEVE how much, and how little, I hurt... it's weird.

I think I'm not coping well with it tonight. But then again, I think that fairly often, and am almost always wrong - somehow I end up being ok. I'm sure that this time I will be ok too, eventually.

I hate 'eventually'.