It is so one of those nights. Insomnia nights. You-feel-like-punching-the-wall-for-no-good-reason nights. Or maybe scratching it. Or maybe peeling all the tape off. Nothing will satisfy me tonight... well, okay, something could, but the effort's just not there at the moment. "Conversation" has become funny noises and "how did classes go?" That's not gonna help, and I'm in such a pissy funk already that anything could set me off.

You think that maybe I have disassociative personality disorder?

I think I should curl up in a ball and shut the fuck up.

Songs that make me cry are not good when I'm not in the stablest of moods.

Bah.

Heather- Fuck boys. I'm ready for kisses and gay love.

Gone 'til Monday... gotta go cram some music into my head and manage not to look like an idiot on the dance floor.

-C