yooh hoo.

What is it that keeps me from bursting out? From totally loosing it?

Is it fear? 'Cause I think it's fear. And I don't like that idea.

I mean I want to be this grown up person, I want to make sense.

But I'm so totally overwhelmingly bored out of my mind, I just don't know what to do.

Because I know I can't rely on people. Some of them can be fun sometimes,

some-times. But not often and certainly not when I need it.

I somewhat choose people who are going to bail on me, not because they don't care

but because they won't even notice they're doing something wrong.

I choose the disappearing kind. God knows why.

So I am left with.. me. And this me doesn't amuse me.

I need change. I need new. I need shiny, loud and hallucinogenic.

Beware, the beast is back and I'm in no mood to tame it.