Wine

I feel creepier everyday.

I blame the kids and I blame my routine.
I blame the fact that I have to take the same route everyday.
Making me doubt myself...
fucking middle aged couple with their "surreptitious" whispers.

fucking inconsistencies...

Can't blame the teenagers, they're about as insecure as I am.
Only thing is they deal with it differently.

And also

*looks into a mirror*

Fuck you with your fucking hyper-sensitive state of mind and your over emphasis on emotions and your theories and your needs and your wants and your constant discomfort among people and your endless whining... you need to shut up because I can't hear myself think.


God...this is tiring...


This will only be up for a couple of hours...