I cried two kinds of tears tonight.
Hot, angry, resentful... squeezed out between panting breaths and a completely useless attempt at mount...
Cold, sad, full of self-pity... rolling down my cheeks as I walked under a lonely moon in the dark.
I wish I was a better person. I have so many regrets.
p.s. Sorry for the maudlin excess this evening... you are, in some ways, my diary, so at times you just need to bear with the non-Celso Vinicius, the non-Donald-is-amazing, the non-recipe crap.