I love song. I love bed. I love stuff.
Words fail me. Arms, legs, voice fails me. All I have left going for me are slightly less than coherent thoughts, trying to explain things to my brain. My brain, of course, already knows and just wants my thoughts to shut up and stop talking about things they don't understand.
Hah. Haha. *laughs at things they don't understand*
My stomach feels a bit awkward. It could be because, for the fourth time in five days, I haven't had a sufficient dinner. But it could not be that, too.
You know, I think life is going very well.
Hah. Haha. *laughs at things they don't understand*
My stomach feels a bit awkward. It could be because, for the fourth time in five days, I haven't had a sufficient dinner. But it could not be that, too.
You know, I think life is going very well.