Fragmented おと

if there was a plane that I could make out and have sex with, it'd definitely be the F14 Tomcat.

unemployed. feeling the heat. but not today. today I'm feeling awesome.

last one in the car. radio's off. windows down. clear mind, clear thoughts.

"That's how depression hits. You wake up one morning afraid that you're going to live." - Prozac Nation

it's good to be alone. no one can hurt you, and neither can you hurt anyone.

there actually isn't any meaning to life. at all.

back to 'em pills tonight again. yep.

hate my job. loathe myself.

Friday. feeling good about today. feeling good in general. hopefully it's not just a fleeting moment.

having a really nice taxi uncle just makes my day. doesn't intrude, understands your plight, "have a good rest, it's very late, you must be tired.". like a surrogate father for the moment. I mean, the only living creature who knows it is The Cat. sees the tired face, feels the lethargic care, yet still makes an effort to make a welcome home. will be devastated when she passes. cos I mean, where else is the warmth gonna come from in the house?