....This week, for the record, sucked, hence the last entry I left, which was, I will make clear, NOT some "goodbye, cruel world!" testament to the rest of you. It's a song. It's a good song. It happened to express how frustrated I was feeling at that juncture (over a matter with my father -- Long story), and that's it.

So no worries to anyone thinking I'm either psycho or suicidal. I may like to scare people by purposefully talking to myself loudly whenever out with friends or if bored, but that only makes me a goof.

But thanks to those who cared. It still hurts and I still feel betrayed by him, but oh well. . . .

So yeah...shittastic week. I've been hiding out at home like a hermit to soothe my hurt/bruised emotion this week by doing everything I used to do when I was a kid. Y'know: eating lots of candy, reading old comic books, watching lots of back-in-the-day cartoons, and staying in my PJs all day/night.

Good times. ^_^

It helped some, anyway.

Hopefully this new week shall be kind to me, n'est pas? Maybe bring good news. Les sigh, Sir Snifflebottom. . . .

~ E