Sunday, September 10, 2006
Though I have to say it doesn't matter in the end. Nothing does. Fury and hurt and pain only last until you find your version of enlightenment or until you die.So I guess I can be a slut if I want and it won't matter? But my problem is that nothing I do will dissipate the bilious flood of fury (no better word- remember the Furies in Greek myth? Yeah. That ick.) that rises in my throat with barely any warning. I shall have to be very very careful tomorrow.
And the colours SUCK, nothing revolting at all. No way to pick the ones appropriate to my tone when they are not there.
Hell.