coming home to roost.

tired.

aye, tired. being there for people isn't as glamourous as it sounds. especially when the morons take you as a safety net. when they're happy they don't quite recall that you're there but hey when they're clawing at the threads of reality when they're merrily sliding downhill you're the first person they call.

don't mistake me, i'm perfectly fine with the whole idea of 'being there' for someone. but truly, where the heck are they when YOU're tired?


..some people never learn to treasure those they rely on.

and then there are the random people i find on my msn contact list when i sign in. where the hells do they come from???


might be a stroke of luck if i want to loose my tongue at someone.

yes... that must be it.