I feel... unfinished

There is a lot going on in my head at the moment... I feel like this is a turning point in the narrative
but
nothing much is different... yet.


I have been sick and obsessed with sickness
and
it hasn't really worked out for the best
but
when do we ever do what is in our own best interests.


I was at a party and feeling very insecure, you see it was one of those inner-city deals... a house warming.
There were PhD students, professionals and hip young artists.
It was a very nice house in the middle of the city.
I was scared.
I don't socialise much these days
cuz
I'm worried people will see through my act

[my head is plexiglass]

After all... I am kidexxxile straight outta [the middle of] nowhere.
BUT
It's all bullshit.


I'm sorry, I can't tell you the rest of this story, I don't know how to.