are so predictable.
carry my joy on the left, carry my pain on the right.
*INSERT CRYING*
I watch my eyes in the mirror, recognising nothing more than the brown they have always been. Soul-searching is a myth. All that lies behind these eyes is a mind. A lumpy, cauliflower brain.
you need to understand that i am a nerd.
need I say more?
non.
illness. i has it. again.
good evening.