So I'm in the lan party.
Joy.
I'm getting so very incoherent it's not funny and yet I'm typing kinda fast...standing up. Some one won't give me a seat. Someone "asked" a question. Someone wants an answer. I need a coherent complete proper question though before I can possibly come up with an appropriate answer.
So there.

Shoot me.
This is getting pretty unbearable - to be close - so very close and yet miles apart - and it hurts more than before.
I don't know quite what to think anymore. After tonight. Why did I really come? For this? Curiousity indeed. Too much of it. The thing is it's the same as before and I'm not sure how to feel about it.

So there are words that somehow are in the way of everything. The silences bear no witness to the kind of torment that pervades my whole soul.
Indeed.
/mood