I shouldn't update this when I'm in a mood. It doesn't serve any purpose. All the comments I receive are from spambots or people who I want to just stay acquaintances with, avoiding friendship and all the problems with it.
The extra job was a good idea, but I'm pretty sure it's making me sick. Not physically, at least not yet, but I seem more trapped in my head as late, the urge to burst out and rip out the world's collective throat with my teeth or words stranger and stronger.
I need sleep. But I also need a kiss, money, a perfect cat and a moon that isn't falling.