Musings, come to me

Don't ask me what's wrong, because I haven't got the slightest idea. Everyday now, bit by bit, I notice something or someone is changing. And it.. literally, stings. I don't know who to turn to when I feel as if I'm coloured in blue. I don't know who to turn to, when the green monster decides to pay a visit. I don't know who to turn to, after a long, neck-curdling, day. I don't know who to turn to when my Mondays are being extra bitchy and I feel beyond obese. I don't know who to turn to when my pearl milk tea is lacking of its pearls. I don't know who to turn to when my perfect jeans seem a lidurl snug.

I'm going to keep it this way for a while.

I don't want to hold anybody's hand.

Rolling-eyes and deep sighs,

Me.