Don't you notice how I go crazy when you're not around? How I go crazier when you seem to be ignoring me? How I go even crazier when its possibly cause you're pissed at me and how I go freaking nuts when I realize its cause I was being stupid.

Ever stepped on an ant colony? I feel like that now.

Whatcha want me to do? Say sorry? As many times as you want.

Grovel on the floor? For just about five minutes yeah.

Wash your shoes? Uh, I'll try. Shit I don't even wash my own shoes but I'll wash yours.

Run endlessly just cause you ask me to? Until I collapse yeah.

Sing any song? Just about any

Attempt to juggle glass plates while hopping around on a foot? As long as they are your glass plates yes.

Eat a cockroach? Okay. Maybe not.

But really. I'm sorry. Are you going to talk to me now.

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Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.