[yewberry]

Dear Diary,

I'm tired, and i've been tired for a long, long time. Not sad, not happy, not angry. Just simply tired. I long for someone to bite and cut and love. My obscure vision of love costs me proper socialization. I suppose i've never had a good grip on socialization anyway. I love and hate people, i love them for their laugh, or their ambition, or their sense of humour. And i hate them for that. I hate loving absolutely everyone i know. My ears throb and my eyelids droop. I can't do this much longer. Eventually, i know i'm going to break. Whether it's pills or loss of blood or sleep deprivation, i don't care. I want it. I want to sleep and never wake up, there's still so much for me to dream.