Tope, bo si bi fun ma she said ok ma I answered Ki lo se e, so fun mi; se a se e ni? And so she began. How was I to know she had gotten that frustrated over me. she went on, asking me why I ate less and less, what exactly I was thinking about, why I spent all day holed up inside and to cap it all, she said se iwo o ri wipe o ti ru ni? #sighs I never meant it to get this bad but no sane person ever understands a writer except another writer. For food, I dunno, they just repel me these days and for the others, how do I tell somebody that I can barely stand another human contact these days? all I want to do is sleep, read, listen to music, go on air, and sleep again. it is so bad that I would transmit live from my room if I could. Bottom point is the only thing that appeals to me these days apart from the cold claws of solitude is lying down beside T and talking.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 09:44:05 +0000
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