Shut it. Shut it. Shut it.

All my resolutions are for nothing. What did you say. Speak less, guard your loose tongue. Choose your words wisely.

What on earth happened to that.

You see. Its cost you so much you moron but you still have the gall to forget about it. Speak less.

It irritates people, you sham of a human being.

Excessive means nothing to you does it. Do you really need people to tell you to shut up before you realize that you say too much. People are too kind. But you know what they think.

Stop hurting people. Stop it. You disgust me.

Dumb little Ian.

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.