04.26pm 1st june 2010

it’s all part of this little tableaux i made.

well, tableaux is technically the wrong word, considering that none of the participants are alive.

but in my head, it works.

these days i’m not so much believing in fairies.

i’m much going into boiling turmoil in my head. all my own doing. i’m the only one that can make me think the way i am.

claustrophobic is only one of my muddled up internal turmoils. i can throw in basic frustration, a sense of demoralization and big time displacement. so basic simple depression.

the snapping out of it is not happening.

the everyday is turning into someday.

to top it all, i’m back to being pissed off with the human race.

oh yes and then there’s this little cat that needs a home.

so all in all crap and complaints and the need for affection.

i should stop now.