...not good.

Just wrote a really shit poem entitled "Fuck"


That basically sums up how my weekend was. Haven't felt this shit in a long time. My whole universe was practically collapsing in my hands.

I've spent the last while thinking about how scared I was. How scared I am. How weak, and ashamed and how so, so, scared I am. How dependant I am. And how I seem to have fucked up the one thing that I thought would be flawless, and shattered the idea that I'm a good person, and shattered a certainty that I- actually, not just me-  never thought would even be in question. I don't think I'll ever stop feeling sorry for this.

Sorry for the crypticness, I just needed to vent.


On the plus side.....

um...

Well, I went to see Hanna- the movie, not a person- and it was really good. I enjoy seeing pretty girls kill people immensely.

Sigh. Bye bye now, children.

Cíara xox