Stupid fucking emotions. Who needs them? Fuckery to infinity. I need to clear my head, make sure my eyes don't stay puffy and get out of here tonight. Really need to. I just made myself more of the idiot that I am, pouring every last feeling...to what end? God only knows. I wonder what the fuck kind of impact it makes. If people really understand the hurt. If he understands. Last iota of feeling. What the hell does it matter anymore? Makes you feel like giving up hope for love ever in your entire life. It does fucking exist bitter bitches. It so does. You just can't give up.
Fuck.
Stop counting the instances of the word fuck in this post ok. It's uhm...another story.

I'm calmer. I've stopped crying. This would be a good thing. Talking to people helps quite a bit though. I should go make some calls.