Issues. You wait for someone to help you to deal with it, or you realize that you should deal with it own your own.

To begin with, if you were to have issues, it would be difficult to stir affection in others. Thus, most likely you're on your own.

If your issue would be that you're sad, you're in quite a fix.

Things seem quite meaningless, and no one responds.

No one moves an inch.

No one lifts a finger.

So it's time you did things for yourself, than waiting for people to do things for you.

So be it. Maybe it is time to fade out, and do some mad reflection.

No longer keen to speak, seeing as how the world revolves around the Sun.

To throw everything out in words, is impossible.

To cling on so desperately only makes things move further away, distancing themselves from you.

To appreciate excessively makes your opinion slighted.

To think too much about and for yourself makes you a hated jerk.

To try too hard, makes you a fool when you fail.

To feel so empty, for reasons unknown, is hurting.

To be such a sentimental humanoid, is your own downfall.

I wish for hibernation, but I have to submit choices latest by Friday.

It's not true. I'm not OK. I seek understanding. Never could find it.

" Why the fuck are you talking about yourself again? Fuck off! I don't want to hear about you! "

Would he to bottle things up as usual, become disastrous? I feign positiveness.

I'd hate to love you. I'd love to hate you.

You, get away from me.

I wish to get the band up and running again, hope everyone is fine and not depressed. Hope Kelvin would want in.

Everyone goes cold and stale. I'll go to sleep.

We don't talk to stupid people. How hurting.

Sanity check. If you merely scanned through this post, eat lions.