You know those days when you just think, 'Oh how much easier it would be to keep going straight on when the road bends round'?

But that's not an option. Not really. Now, if it were able to kill off my emotional self, whilst leaving the physical one perfectly in tact, that would be an option. And how lovely. To do away with all the pain and the constant dull, nagging, aching awareness of the devastation literally just around the corner. To make all that go, and be left with a brand new, clear headed, uncaring, unemotional me.

But instead I drive down dark motorways, my eyes full of tears that make the world seem out of focus and the lights streaky, and instead of gathering myself together, doing a bit of breathing or whatever, I decide the correct course of action is to put the song which is playing on my CD and which is partly responsible for this feeling onto repeat, and turn the sound up, and put my foot down, and really wallow in it.

Bleh.