I'm Hoping You'll Understand, And Not Let Go Of My Hand

(La Roux- In For The Kill)

My feelings are being increasingly fragile at the moment, if I'm honest. Not as they were a while ago, which involved treacherous mood swings between jump on my bed happy or the sort of mood where all you want to do is walk around in the rain listening to the Smiths. No, this is more like i feel fragile, that all everything is moving around me at double speed and im just sitting trying to guard the beatings in my chest. (I don't think i could sound more trite and cliched if i tried?) Hmmm, i guess I'll try for a happier place and get back to you?

It gets better after awhile...