2005-11-18
Critical Thinking is Sometimes Inappropriate
Pt. II
and yet, at the same time, at 3am when my cat is retarded and I'm tired and drunk and alone, I really wish there was some place that I could type or yell or write or something "I HATE MY LIFE" after which it would just disappear and no one, not even me, could confront me with it.
cuz sometimes that's just what you want to say. and not think about what it means or if you mean it or if it makes sense or how you will be able to explain it later.
pansycline at 2:56 a.m.