They're gonna eat me alive

An improvement over years & 

a somewhat bold statement

left out in the open - dead air couldn't appreciate

before it was almost suddenly displaced.

No time to linger.

The wrong person to try to talk with.

There are not many people I can talk with.

I want to talk to my brother - 

no I just think I should want to.

I don't want to say a word to any person.

I secretly am hoping this is just 

from over-exaggerated levels of estrogen.

"Help, I'm alive"

There has to be something else.

Something to make the long days seem bearable.

There isn't - everything is just prolonged.

I think the start of my long week - 

Friday night late shopping in the city

I will visit JB HI FI

in the hopes they have

all the CDs I remember they used to have.

Spill Canvas, Metric.

I need these songs right fucking now.

I am just a girl who needs her music.

Without it - I feel exceptionally sad.

Miserable is not a good look.

"Help, I'm alive!"