Ain't nothing on the airwaves in the despair we feel.

[changeling]

I just feel under attack from all quarters at the moment. I feel like I'm just this close to throwing the whole fucking lot up in the air and saying "fuckit" and walking away. Friends are far too much pain anyway.

In more chirpy news that I'm not really in the mood for, I bought the sequel to The Eyre Affair, a brilliant book I bought last week. The sequel's called Lost in a Good Book and is just as good. I also bought the first two books of blackholly's The Spiderwick Chronicles, as I have finally found copies in stock.

I have my ultrasound appointment for 3.30 tomorrow.

I still feel sick. I'm not equipped to deal with all this passive aggression at the moment. I just can't fucking cope.

Ain't nothing on the airwaves in the hatred we feel.

Comments

[billradish.livejournal.com]

*huggs* Don't know what's going on for you, but there's definitely no attacking from this quarter. .