a little personal. and an overdose.

Well then. I seem to be in a grouchy mood. People are in love, and I am consumed by jealous. The clay has too much water and there's no more clay left, and I have no idea how to fix it. The corrugated sheets are exhasted, and no more forthcoming because no more available. People's flippancy is setting my teeth on edge, and I'm relying too much on the easy conversations. I cannot say no, and I cannot push someone away; nice people are hard to be mean to. Every sneha I know, and I wish there were more to me.
I do not want to be one among many, I discovered. It seems to explain a startlingly large number of my life choices.