I don't like how talking to him makes me nervous. ~-^

There's nothing wrong with me.
I'm just making it up.

Power hungery.

I wish that there was something i was fighting. Maybe then I would be able to handle it. If I weren't mute, but someone who could gather strength and lash out. But there is no battle, and no battle calm. Just dread.

...I thought I'd have another night.
... I thought that I'd be able to handle this.

On dad's computer for a second, maveling at his zippy internet.

Drained and discouraged...

*slumps a little*

A shitty fatal frame nightmare. >< Fuck.

"Convince me to please you, make me think that I need this too."