Sour times.

Most of the time it doesn't matter too much or even at all (no, really), but the rare times like these I feel so acutely jealous it makes me churn inside. Enough to want to throw a frickin huge tantrum and sever all ties and really get out there, but then what does it leave me with? There's settling, and then there's settling.

Fuck money, fuck happy couples with puppies in the park.

Of course I'll feel differently in an hour or two, so bleh. Fuck this unfathomable thing called lurve. -_-

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The hurt on her face is disguised as contempt. Like all ice queens she has a heart of glass. The ice queen, burning up, but only on the inside, where no one can see.