This chair is making a flippin racket. *sigh*
I'm suffering from some kind of attention deprivation thing. I'm slowly going crazy crazy crazy. I need some distraction. The Argentinian guy tutoring/helping me revise my Spanish was therapeutic for a little while, then things got lame again.

I miss you yet I would rather hang elsewhere.
I'd rather rush you off the phone.
I'd rather not hear your voice.
I'd rather keep my distance.
I'd rather be away from you.
I'd rather be lazy and don't fight it.
You have to understand I can't always be there.

Oh fuck you.

I sympathise with any important people who read this and see that I'm a raving lunatic bitch. Oh well. I'm not in a mood to care. This is my blog. My life. Go away. I've obviously had a bad day where I'm whining and bitching because I did not have things my way. Usual shit. Ugh. Die or something.

If you're wondering if I'm apathetic to people who are suffering more than I am. Well. I suppose I'm not, but give me a break. Mood.