(written: Feb 3, 2009)

I can’t think. I can’t sleep. And I can’t stand still.

I need to take this out of my head or any moment I’ll lose my breath, shatter and be gone forever.

You are not the reason for my existence and you definitely won’t be the reason for my sleepless nights in my reversed world. Ugghh…I hate this. I hate having to think and write about this. But lately this is all I can think about. Ugghh stupid head, stupid girl, stupid beating specimen and fluttering insects!

Please tell me I haven’t gone mad or stupid or nonsense. Because really, I don’t want to wait forever for something that would make feel any of these.