My date with mister Rice was cancelled. I stood up and walked out on him. Dear gods, depressed though I may become at times, there are limits. Sometimes, music makes me itch the wrong way and I just can't take it. I get irritated, I can't sit still out of irritation and a bad feeling.
It hurts, and now also most definitely in the heart area. I will do as faun proposed, go to the local health care center tomorrow and tell them that guys, I have strange pains in the heart area. Help. Now. If you please. No bickering about me going to my personal doctor and all. 早く早く。
I'll dream of you tonight. If that is all right with you? I'll dream of you tonight. You would just have had to ask me, and I would have flown right there. You didn't ask, you never will. All I ever had was dreams, and so I'll dream. I have no claims to make, no pretensions or rights. I'll just dream.
Monday, 19 February 2007
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