sometimes i really don't know what i'm doing.

it doesn't seem like something i'll do.

or enjoy listening to.

*dotz*

*Keith's favourite word*

i think i need a huge whack on the head.

because strangely enough, i went to bed dreaming about it.

i'm not sure whether to laugh or to cry.

i'll settle for staring into space in mute silence.

i've lost the desire to panic and scream.