Rallys hurt your feet, your knees, your hands, your eyes, and your head. Often their subject will hurt your heart as well - and maybe I'm just an apathetic bitch, but although I understood what was upsetting people -- it's why I was there, after all -- I remained unaffected.
And drained.
A younger me would have said, "I'm going to die."
Yesterday, I might have said, "I just hope I don't."
Now?
"Ohh, my head."
Bright lights and distant people against the night make for one hell of a headache.
Still, to appease any possible visitors, I'm playing angry-ish music. Such is life.
And drained.
A younger me would have said, "I'm going to die."
Yesterday, I might have said, "I just hope I don't."
Now?
"Ohh, my head."
Bright lights and distant people against the night make for one hell of a headache.
Still, to appease any possible visitors, I'm playing angry-ish music. Such is life.