count my blessings every night
for tonight.
for mum who stayed up with me.
and for my fully-recovered no-longer-itching eye. :)
count my blessings every night
for tonight.
for mum who stayed up with me.
and for my fully-recovered no-longer-itching eye. :)
a good friend told me once that i’m the epitome of saguinity
but now.
merely three years later
i am the picture of cynicism, paranoia and melancholy.
is it self-loathing?