Monday 16th April
Sigh. School today. Already feeling fed up, and I haven't even got there yet.
The sun is too bright of late; I think I need to hang something behind my curtains so that I can get some decent sleep. Not that the ridiculously noisy fuckwits next door help very much on that front either.
Speaking of fuckwits, I am feeling pangs of remorse over the missive I sent MW#1 the other day. This is an indicator of just how diseased my mind really is, as I don't really have much to be sorry about, apart from having the odd spazz now-and-then. I guess I feel remorseful as the spazzing is so typically female, and in that way I consider I was weak.
I do not consider myself feminine and consider being so to equal weakness. At the same time when I have had acknowledgement that I do possess charms of a feminine nature it is important to me. Just small things said, gestures made... maybe this is why I am easily fucked with.
So fucking tired. Bed.
