Spent the morning singing songs to myself. There is no strawberry jam to be found. Flakes of paint and tracing icing hearts. Shiny happy people playing. I think I am playing mindgames on the poor sod. Lingering pity.
I wonder where my cats are. They must be pretty big by now. I wanted for them to be fat but I don't think that's worked out.
Using male cologne. They're always so much better than the female ones. "If I see I'm breaking, don't let it show." Sing songs for myself. Eventually that's all I have. I seem to have given up on Person after that one somewhat alienating talk. Well better sooner than later.
Guitar Riff.
Guitar Riff.
Zorran's Guitar Riff.
Talented oaf that he is.
Singing songs.
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