The little tendrils of sexiness I was projecting out into the world have been burnt.  Rather badly.  And from a few different sources.  This feeling makes me want to be one of those little roly-poly insects that roll up into a ball to protect themselves.  If only it were that simple and not a jumbled mess of emotion, just about to get my period hormones, my fucked up head and the fact that I am so bloody stupid.

I wish people weren’t such fucking jerks.