i....
i...
i..
i.
yes i.
food for thought... is food in itself.
noodles?
not egg.
i'm thinking my brain doesn't work today
muchlessmybody.
system restore?
would be nice.
is there someone here?
no. must be my imagination.
why is it...
that what you are...
made me what i am?
it's ridiculous.
spelled correctly without an e.
specifically because what i am...
is not what you think i am.
i'm not even sure i am.
or not.
as of right now...
i am...
malfunctioning.
drugs?
i wish.
i'm having one sided conversations with myself.
the kind where i am giving myself the cold shoulder.
while thinking about explaining to you why it is that i don't make sense to myself.
because if i can just point it out to you....
maybe you can redirect it towards me.
the part in which i make sense to someone other than myself.
because i probably don't.
ramble ramble stu--er.
you got it.
no one else did...
or am i talking to myself again?
maybe yourself?
atarah you're insane.
::ignores::
