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It's a nice sunshiny spring day. And I feel so... tired. And disappointed in people. Well... "people". I'm not sure they deserve to be called that. Lowlife scum, more like it.
I had a nice long rant about the events of the last two days in the Gutter in the Lounge, as - in a moment of clearer thought - I don't think such feelings as I had last night and this morning are fit for more public consumption. They don't go too well with my desire to think of myself as a tolerant, non-hateful, civilised person, so I'm going to be a hypocrite and go on pretending now, now that I've got the worst of that hatred out of my system.
I'm just so tired. And I keep wanting to cry a bit, when thinking about what has been done to my town.
I wonder if the worst is over now. I don't dare to hope though, not with 9 May still to come.
I had a nice long rant about the events of the last two days in the Gutter in the Lounge, as - in a moment of clearer thought - I don't think such feelings as I had last night and this morning are fit for more public consumption. They don't go too well with my desire to think of myself as a tolerant, non-hateful, civilised person, so I'm going to be a hypocrite and go on pretending now, now that I've got the worst of that hatred out of my system.
I'm just so tired. And I keep wanting to cry a bit, when thinking about what has been done to my town.
I wonder if the worst is over now. I don't dare to hope though, not with 9 May still to come.
