it's taking all of me to get myself going;
there's stacks and stacks of ivory/off white paper in front of me, but the going is still so slow.
it's not helping that the medicine is taking effect, retarding everything about me.
stomach's feeling weird. it's either the tea at kbox or the dubious fruitcake that my dad bought.
i had a bad bout of food poisoning when i was young, due to a slice of fruitcake i ate for breakfast. seems like the nightmare is here to stay.
urgh.
there's so much to do!
i realise that lately, there's been alot of pent up emotions in me.
and you're not exactly helping.
mind ya, i don't ruin a mahjong date just like that.
you're an exception.
...

let's talk this over; it's not like we're dead.
was it something i did?
or was it something you said?
all this time you were pretending;
so much for my happy ending.
...

held up so high on such a breakable thread.