Am I growing up?

When did buckles become laces? When did I swap lollipops for cigarettes? When did I start to prefer coffee to hot chocolate? At least I know I've always stayed up late.

I'm so sick and tired of proclaiming that I'm... well, sick and tired. Don't they know it's hard enough being this way without having to explain every detail with their exact words and stitch together my own little profile. There's nothing to blog about because I'm always either coming or going to hospital or doctors or nurses. My life has managed to become some bizarre caricature. I'd like to get off the Ferris wheel now please.

These entries will mark my decline into madness.

I bid you all adieu, for what follows cannot be resolves by man or beast.

Oh, and bear,

You broke my heart.

It's a good that there's a puppy trying to fix it again.