take me by the hand.
weekend turned out eventful. more sort of one big long 48 hour stretch of day. lots of work. about 6 hours sleep since friday. keep lashing out and shouting unfamiliar things and all that. bit of family melodrama and i end up lying on my painting in disjunct tears throwing insults at the rebounding walls. then laughter and happy clash beats. i don't get it. how can people be so cruel and selfish as to expect you to just love back. i need someone to talk to/be talked at by. i'm awake at all times. number in protected entry.