the patch of eczema on my ear itched so bad, i scratched and scratched the scab. back to square one.
and now its weeping.
that said, feeling melancholic, i realise more people hate me than love me. i am sorry my friends constantly have to defend me or our friendship. i’ve always taken the arrogant stand that i owe no one an explaination for the way i live my life. but today i reflect, and i think, maybe its me.
not maybe, it is.
its not everyone else, its me.
ohhh, to live this life over.