No one can stare at the wall as good as you...

[axeslade]

Despite the fact that I'm truly happier than I've been in years (esp. at this time of the year)..

I don't know. I can feel the toxins building.

I need to make myself cry. It's the only way I can think to get it out. At least safely.

Sigh. I guess until then, listening to Amanda Palmer works.

Though this song on repeat might make me cry, just because she says Baby Doll several times (only one person will get why that might make me cry)

Blah.

EDIT: Swiping at my breasts with a plastic knife seems to help.

Don't worry, even though I technically have access to a real one, I am not that depressed or stupid. This is just...actually, I think a really good thing for me. I can't explain why, but I do.