Will your words bring along a light to clear up the weather?
Is my resolve really this fragile?

Ahh I hate this. Mou, I was finally getting into it too. I was so excited. I want to be angry but I can't be, because in reality nothing was really big, and this isn't really a big thing, and I'll probably sit myself down tomorrow and write a whole ******** page of this ********.

But dammit, that doesn't mean I don't feel bad now.

I was finally motivated. I was really enjoying it. I'm just

******** ARSE.

Because it's so important to me, it hurts.