*scratces head*
Music: Motley Crue - 'Welcome To The Numb'

Is it possible to be so enraged, so wound up that you are in dire need of breaking someone, anyone in to itty bitty pieces with a grin but yet at the same time be so lethargic and complacent about everything that you'd think 'fuck it' why waste the energy, you just wouldn't care enough to really be bothered even if someone with a death wish offered their services as your personal punching bag? Two very wierd things/feelings in co-existance making for a fun party in my head as I veer from one to another. Just sheer frustration at everything I guess just churning away, squeezing me but as above I fear I lack the will or care to do anything about at this moment.

Random thought for today