Tears run down like razorblades.
Am getting 31 free days in the year of 2008. Isn't that sheer brilliance?
You work so damn hard, improve, but it's still not enough - that's when you feel like shit. And so I've come to realise the pathetic, disillusioned state I've been dwelling in for the past 16 years.
'Tis so f'ed up. (And why do I wish I were in Maris Stella all of a sudden?) Damn, I need a moderation of "10 multiplied by the square root of x", if you please.