I'm going to do...something. Something foolish. Something stupid. Something ridiculous and self desctructive. Something...something that *I* want to do; something that I SHOULDN'T want to do. And why oh, WHY do there have to be all these fucking STRINGS attached? All this damned emotional baggage? All this...SHIT.
Goddammit. All I seem to be doing is cursing.
Laters