how much fucking misery you can fit in a body.

Over a year of blogging got me nowhere

disturbed

not happy.

"Mr Jones, are there spots in a leopard's eyes, also?"

he should maybe go see a doctor

"And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old. Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hope so."

finally some sleep, now waiting for the other one

this is definitely not good

I love you, Mel.