existence feels so fleeting, so ephemeral and nigh indescribable. i wish i were nothing more than a concept of my self.

being a private person is safe, but very lonely i think. to change, however, is not so easy.

i'm just another sheep, i suppose

protector moment. rubbing my poor alters head like he's a crying child.

my head is a watermelon about to explode, as my body flies upward. around, and around, and around. the aliens are abducting me

so very tired. no amount of sleep could ever help.

it's weird to exist, despite there being no reason for it.

can't help but be bothered. ahhh

eating an entire bag of kettle corn

i want to be your pet

you're always so selfish, aren't you?

how tiring it is to exist in a place not meant for you.

ginger and peach tea