Drained...

I was weak... I followed the crowd... again.

This week, I shall be in pretty dreary colors. Unfortunately, I do not have many dreary-looking bags... so if I can, I shall not don a bag to work.

And so, I have decided.

It wasn't easy... it really wasn't.

*sigh*

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"Give me time
To realise my crime.
Let me love and steal.
I have danced inside your eyes.
How can I be real?

Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?
Precious kisses,
Words that burn me.
Lovers never ask you why.
In my heart the fire's burning.
Choose my colour,
Find a star.
Precious people always tell me
That's a step...
A step too far.

Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?
Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?

Words are few,
I have spoken.
I could waste a thousand years.
Wrapped in sorrow, words are token.
Come inside and catch my tears.
You've been talking but believe me,
If it's true you do not know,
This boy loves without a reason.
I'm prepared to let you go.

If it's love you want from me,
Then take it away.
Everything is not what you see.
It's over today."

-Culture Club: Do You Really Want To Hurt Me