The water is warm

"but its sending me shivers.

A baby is born, crying out for attention.

Memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror

Decisions to decisions are made and not fought

But I thought,

this wouldn't hurt a lot.

I guess not. "

I think sometimes the hardest thing for people these days is when you don't belong to society's stereotypes. Not fitting ANY mould is worse than being categorised.

All we want is to belong, right?

I'm wondering if things matter much, really. I don't know what or who I want. I've only got dreams, which at least means I'm still alive. That's a bonus, is it not?

Ah man, I think my only saving graces are (despite my inner protestations) Religion marks, mochas and music. My 3 m's.

SIGH

See, I told you I still dreamt.