can't bare to read your love

I was reading someone's diary, and reading an entry which was so very romantic and "you've-got-mail" sappiness. One would think, that I'm not heartless or juvenile, and would admire such love.

But instead I was overcome by a powerful sickness in my belly. So very odd. I was repulsed by it. There was nothing sickening about it, really. It was a very nice entry, but it ... I just had to close the window, and forget about it.

I don't have an explination, so I'm not going to try.

I do, however, want to watch Combat Missions, which starts in a minute, then take a walk in the cold rain we're getting covered in and have a cigarette.

[listening to: Truth & Rights, Zero 7]