pudding

had enough, bored of the whole business anyway. shiny stuff only holds me in a vice for so long. what happens after that anyway, where does it all go? drift, thats where it goes. tell me what you want to hear, because i will say anything especially if i want to hear it too. i want to be kept. save me, keep me, i won't tell anyone i promise. not that it matters my mind is unkind, don't want to hear things they go out the window and stay there. its hard to be more than people can handle, particularly if they tell you so. its been two whole days, scared? just a question, don't be offended. i would be scared, though within these parameters there is nothing to fear.