show me some love on the flipside, yo
hifisquander is my other diary. It's where the black bile that builds up in my intestines and spews from between my clenched teeth spills. I'm not a particularly depressed person. I'm just chicken shit. Don't say I'm not. hifisquander is all about how I waste my life in surround-sound quality. It also has a new layout, and a new guestbook, and no body ever signs, so I'm thinking no body reads.
I feel like a baby today. Very far from you. I'm the baby who just woke up from a nap and her room has a strange light in it because when I fell asleep it was the afternoon, but now the sun has set and the porch light is making shadows. I can't hear anyone else in the house and I just need to be held to calm me down.
My friends do make me happy, but sometimes I have panicky attackings where I fear I'm never going to see anyone again.
