A Mess.

Men are fucking crazy.

Women are fucked, but men are fucking crazy. They go that extra mile to add the second adjective and they do it with such outstanding flare and exuberance. It really is quite mindnumbing.
But women are fucked. Women are fucked because we're the ones that drive the men to run that extra mile, to obtain the status of crazy, and then calmly convince ourselves that we had absolutely nothing to do with it.

The circle of life, or the circle of the sexes? It's all the same rubbish, isn't it?

My left eye has been having mini seizures for the past six hours and I've finally started to grow accustomed to the twitching.

I need to stop talking to people when I'm tired.

It's when I realise how fucking awful of a person I actually am. It's when I realise that: Yes, it is in fact, all my fault. It's when I realise how much I want to sleep for the rest of the fucking week. It's when I realise that no matter how hard I try to be emotionally and mentally intelligent, I fail miserably at both, all the fucking time. It's when I realise that half the good I try to do, always ends up being five times the amount of bad.

It's when I wonder how I actually got to be like this.