I've got a huge rant written up on my computer, and can't upload it 'cos every time I start up Juno, the machine crashes.

I'm working on class stuff. Wishing I was online an hour ago.

It's not like you say sorry, the world's waiting on a different story, I guess I was mistaken, for handing you a heart worth breaking, I've been wrong, I've been down, but you're the bottom of every bottle...

The bottom of every bottle.

I like that line.

When I'm drunk, when I'm drugged, when I'm doing something to escape reality, there are a few hard facts that I can't get away from.

Things that hit me hardest then.

People I care about.

People I need.

What I am.

What I've become.

What I can't be.

This is how you remind me of who I really am...

Because you see, I'm a lot of things to a lot of people. I'm intriguing, distracting, amusing, stimulating, confusing...

...but what am I behind all the labels, all the adjectives?

What am I, really?

I'm a girl. Woman. Female.

I'm broke.

I'm ill.

I'm human.

I'm frightened.

I'm me, behind it all.

Today I very badly do not want to be me.