Consumed by a sudden bout of negativity.

It's so hot outside. The scorching sun. I squint.

Pretending everything's alright.

Trying to keep the tears in as I speak with Mummy.

Speak with Mummy about all of you.

Somethings cannot be verbalised

Only some will understand

From 24hrs a day to maybe 2hours a week, and then 3 hours a month.

Even thats a maybe.

Current mood-o-meter: a little red dot on a map. duno which way to go. Coz the red dot thats always with me is starting to fade.