i dont know why she's doing it again; don't know what i did wrong this time
sometimes im convinced its just PMS but then i question
and sometimes i think im so worthless useless
and then maybe its just me, just me

then i run away.

because things get unbearable.

it can be so cold here sometimes, so cold...



im starting to feel a little sad for myself,
have i become a silly child, with no means of self-gratification,
with no ways of obtaining happiness, other than chocolate candy from a packet
have i become insatiable, such that only inanimate objects like these can satisfy me
i question, i brood, i think, i ponder, i ...



for happiness that lasts for 10 mins,
a sweetness in my mouth that my recticular formation gradually restores to neutrality
1.30 isnt too bad, i suppose?...

sometimes, when music doesnt work, food seems to be my only solace,
even then,
the thought of food, and my self-image is depressing.




its assuring to have you around.
never mind that you dont know, never mind
im just glad.