Champagne Dreams.
Saint Louise Was Listening On
9:03 p.m. || 2004-04-14
Angry and miserable, and no one better try and talk me out of it, or I swear to God I'm going to remove a limb of my chosing when they do. Limb by fucking limb until I feel important again. And it's going to take a lot for that to happen, so I wouldn't do it if I were you.
I want a new life.
I think there is something inside me that is almost ready to grab for it, almost tired and bored and forgotten enough to twine my fingers way away from whatever it is I'm holding on to.
I'll be back when I don't have anything detremental to my current relationship to say.