One of those stupid, explosive, angry, don't-speak-to-me-don't-touch-me, sit home alone watching crappy movies and eating too much because I'm bored.
It has been a while since the last introverted day, these days I seem to want to just run away from everything, to fly and be bigger than myself and be free.
Today I want to rug up and drink tea and not speak to anyone.
It is raining outside. My washing is outside.
I am going to pretend I have not noticed, because I really, REALLY don't care.
I want to sit with someone who doesn't want to talk to me.
And drink tea.
A lot of tea.
One of those irritating days where I actually don't want to do ANYTHING.
I do not even want to get on a plane and fly away, or pack my bags and drive until I run out of petrol and set up a life for myself there.
Ok, so maybe that still sounds good.
But you know...
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