36 thousand emotions were changed inside,
From swallowing so many pills, they say.
Heh...
I suppose they have a point, don't they?
Isn't it unfortunate?
Either way, one's to be bound to a kind of misery, indefinitely.
Though, it'd be nice for that whole situation to disappear, wouldn't it?
But alas, that isn't the case.
So I guess I'll just continue on.
Fabricating lies whilst rejecting last night's appetizer into an oddly-shaped ceramic bowl with a drain at the bottom.
Which is what, I suppose, you laymen may call a 'sink'.
Such can turn one somewhat bitter, it seems. Some may say otherwise.
Though, I must digress.
Heh, who's to hear me anyway?
I'm just on my own.
In the bathrom.
Talking to myself at five in the morning.
Alone with my own delusional thoughts.
I suppose it's time for me to take my dose of poison, now.
We'll talk another time.
Farewell, dear uncensored self.

Now for you to hide away again.