*Mess*

I'm a mess.
Everything's a mess... What the hell have I been thinking all this time?
I've taken the last couple days to think about how to get out of this mess I've somehow fallen into, and seriously, there's no getting out. Blood is everything... I'm just going to have to suck it up and live with it.
As I clear out my closet and do my annual cold-hot-clothing switcheroo, I'm also thinking about what I've done with my life. I do have some regrets, but nothing that keeps me awake at night. My clothes really do reflect my journey through life. I have bits and bobs from all around the world, and it's fun seeing my life through my clothes (I know that's sounding a bit flaky).
For a person who doesn't wear T-shirts though... I have a crap load. How's that possible?
On a side note...
N was right - I DO want someone to give a damn about me for a change...~