what a darling joint. marriage.

tea, and repetition, and dullness of the mind. each day there's less and less I need, less time awake.

there's an evil something going on, some emptiness, some dark hole that seems comforting. and as it promised, time creeps by, everyday that has nothing to show for itself.

the garden is so lovely and always there, even though it doesn't belong to anyone. i had such a surprisingly nice pot of tea today.

being no good at anything, makes me a waste of space really. today i ate a pizza, with smoked salmon, and tomato, and cheese. it was awful, and i didn't want to eat it, but i thought it was more nutritious than eating sheets of puff pastry covered in sugar.

every cigarette is doing you damage. how ridiculous.

everybody said i looked different at work today. i think that's just from being sad. but i didn't say that.