It's amazing how this weekend, up until about an hour ago, was the best weekend I'd had in a very long time... and now, I wish I was dead. It's amazing how badly you can fuck up and still have it come back to haunt you when you least expect it.

I feel like dirt. Lower than dirt. Lower than the lowest thing you can imagine.

And this is completely personal, not fandom-related, in case anyone gives a rat's arse.

I think I'm going to go bury my head under my pillow now, and hope I don't ever wake up again.