unrelated lines through my head:

it's getting colder these days. perfect times to dive headlong between the covers.

new book - one. new tshirt - one. new votive - one. new personality - zero.

why do i end up being the one person who has to be sought out and confided in and taken comfort from when i neither invite nor encourage such behaviour?

i am happy i used the alarm bell in the elevator.

i am worried about a friend who quit her job in anger.

i loved the stew i had for dinner. dinner's always near-perfect in winter.

two things i can never get enough of from people - time and demonstrations of affection.

i am worried about my parents. i dreamt dad was back in the hospital.

i feel like a failure when i can't teach someone to trust, to emote and to believe.

unhappy people make me feel suffocated --- not people who are temporarily not happy, but those that never learnt to let go.

it's unfair that my little niece won't have her birthday celebrated because her mum has too much work and the kid has no concept of dates. she never gets sent to school either because people can't get up so early.

i can't sleep in a room without doors.

i am tired.

i want gooey, semi liquid chocolate cake.