mondays, glumdays.

or money-days. ( hopefully! there's still half hour more of the stock market!)

the trick is to learn how to breathe when your chest becomes compressed.
and the art is to know when to take it easy.
and the key is to realise it isnt such a big deal actually.

boy, that's difficult.

sometimes i think i'm too silly for my own good. the thoughts that run through, the words spoken, the actions done. and i'm horrified. that such a persona can actually exist.
are we all schizos all waiting to come out?
skeletons in closet? ive got a really angry one.

the butterflies the bees and all of god's gifts.
i need to beat myself senseless sometimes in order to beat sense into myself.

i see a new year resolution coming up!