Good morning Melbourne

Did something burn? Coz this does not smell like fresh fog.

Inoccupado

This pretty much sums up my status right now. Im listening to Gavin Degraw's Dreams and it just evoked a familiar sense of purpose I had last December when so much was at stake. I'm wondering where that purpose has gone. Why am I feeling like I don't know what I'm doing? Is it because there's no goal hence the lack of urgency? Why am I questioning my capabilities and the state of my mental health? What's this fear about the unknown and my worth as a person? Where did it come from and why hasn't it left? Will it ever?

If I could be a super hero

I would be one with the ability to write people off. Literally. Create stories about the world and direct characters to all the happy endings they need. That way, I can pen my life however I want it to be, and erase all the pain the natural course of life has brought into my life. My life is my own story; it's just that I've lost every single pen that I own. Computers dont count coz you cant backspace the mistakes you've made.

It's not winter but I'm frozen

I don't want to be a cold bitch but I don't know how many times this wound can re-open before I bleed to death.

Change of Heart

Did not realize how crap of a state Im in until I let this tyrant of an old lady reduce me to tears. Eff-ing geriatics. I think I found a population group I cant work with.