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colours never lie
♥Sunday, July 15, 2007


I am fucking tired.

Not physically. Just, tired somehow.

I wasn't feeling really okay physically.
I sent jan home, sent myself home, in a half heavy head.
And when I came back, to realise that I fucking lost my bloody keys.
Locked myself out of the stupid house, woke my dad up to open the door for me.
Came back, and I had to be Psychopath-psychologist Regina.
Heart doctor.

Why don't you get the point?
I'm sick. I'm not feeling okay.
It's okay that you don't show any concern. It's okay that you don't give a shit.
But can you just let me rest on my own?

bloody hell.



Cookies and cream, Regi @5:19 AM