thelibra

I will hopefully drink enough tonight to slow down my introspection. Someone once told me that I wouldn't be so painfully introspective if I had more whiskey. Well, I can't do whiskey any more, but let's hope drinking my body weight in sweet red wine tonight will do the trick.


Ever since Wednesday I've been doing nothing but thinking and thinking and crying and thinking more. Even while I was asleep, I cried. It's horrible. I haven't shown that kind of emotion in YEARS. It's not who I am anymore. I don't cry anymore, ever. I would really, really, REALLY like to have myself back.

Please let these grapes have wrath...