Mango Idol Deluxe Pudding Set

Oh how enlightening: a silent chat.

How strange this sensation is ... talking to silence.

It's actually a luxury ... to talk to myself without regarding anyone's feelings.

I may as well have fun with this then, it seems.

When torture lurks within a single thought, and grown too constant, beginning to haunt. The weary mind aches with it's presence. How fixed ideas give way to time. But what is joy, but pain refined, and what is life but a cheat on death. What is love when love abandons, and what is all this but all-consuming hatred.

I hope no one reads this. I must sound like a madwoman. :D