I want to talk, I need to talk. Anyone, someone, noone. This sounds too e.e.cummings. I like his work, but not the imitation of it. Too falsified.
Nobody loves me, nobody cares,Nobody gives me apples and pears.My favourite childhood poem; I never bothered with the subsequent lines which were a huge disappointment.
Things aren't good. Or at least, it's hard to constantly pretend. I hate you i hate you i hate you. Three people. Love and hate.
Zebras, you're being exchanged for boob implants. Goodbye.
11:55:00 pm