Watch me spew poison...Hell knows no fury

Sometimes I wonder. Do I really look all that different from how I was maybe 8-10 years back? I think I look prettier of course, but that's attributed mainly to good grooming which is a privilege that comes with increasing earning power. So whatever. Make-up, make-up! Without which, I think I look absolutely ghastly.

I think I am quite a darling these days. And so is Nic. We are both in a crazy romantic mood, which can only be good and which can only get better. That is until we both get sick of each other due to an overdose. *Smiles* Well, it won't be anytime soon I hope.

Flowers, chocolates and a nice necklace (though nothing fancy, it's more like a piece of costume jewellery). You are forgiven, jerk. : ) I appreciate the thought that goes into the gifts.

'Sorry, sweetheart. Love, Nic.' Such simple words and yet they said all that I wanted to hear.

Nic has been somewhat of a jerk lately and again last night. And again talk about me being selfish, self-centred and self-absored. Basically about how I put me at the centre of everything. This is so unfair an accusation, especially coming from him. And I can't go into the details without crying buckets again. And I have cried enough.

I just want to be happy. Is there something so wrong with wanting to be happy? Either that or something's wrong with me.