Current mood:

verisi.

locked.

Do I stress you out? My sweater is on backwards and inside out and you say how appropriate. I don't want to dissect everything today, I don't mean to pick you apart you see, but I can't help it. There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off, slap me with a splintered ruler. And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already, if only I could hunt the hunter. And all I really want is some patience. A way to calm the angry voice and all I really want is deliverance.