What's for dinner?

I'm still learning things I ought to know by now. I need something more to show, somehow.

It's one of those love-hate relationships that you just can't justify. One minute you're up and about, the next you're down in the dumps. Then the mystical waters of heaven start to overflow. How does one keep up? How do you keep up? How do I, myself, keep up?

I feel like a punching bag for myself sometimes. So many moments slip by and become lost in time without the appreciation of anyone else apart from mine, like tears in rain. Or tears in the shower. Heh. Mind the pun.

And is that all that I need? Some phony consolation that I'm all you'll ever need, that you'll never find another, that I'm the best that you've had, that I complete you, that I make you so fuckin happy that you've never been happier? Really? Is that all that I fucking need?? I know it's not - because I'm not, and because I don't. And you can't lie to yourself enough to bring yourself to say that.

I'm contemplating. Will I end up receiving such a nasty shock that I accidentally kick her in the head as reflex?

Hahaha this song is so trippy. Yes people, 3 x 1 is 3.

Currently listening to: Embrace - Three is the Magic Number