Delta: boring.
Phone fell on asphalt.
Didn't eat dinner.
arguing, bitches, shit.
Been crying a lot.
And thinking.
And watching things happen like someone else was in control of my body, and another someone, my emotions and half of my thoughts.
I am pretty convinced i could have some sort of multiple personality disorder.
But i just wanna be left alone.
I'm managing, if sometimes only barely.
I trust that if it gets too bad, someone will save me or kill me.
The rest of the time, things are peachy.
Varying cycles?
Not the greatest, but sure, why the hell not?
If i accept the terms the universe gives me, i might just be entitled to a couple of my own, right?
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