im just amused at how cherie tells me
that im not her cute lil piglet anymore
that ive grown to become mature and dignified
how i seem older.

cos im not as happy, not as easy to please and get along with, anymore.
i think?

and its on certain days like this that you feel like sitting by your window
let the wind run its fingers thru your hair
listening and smelling the coming rain
and cry your heart out.

i need a breakdown, to save these remnants of sanity.
tired, of always being cheerful. for you, and for others.