Late nights again

Haven't seen the mornings for quite some time now.

Hot cuppa Milo by my side to allay my thoughts and compose my fears (or is it the other way around?).

PMS brings about confusion in that you aren't too sure what to feel about certain issues.

I am so sure of some things but don't know why I feel otherwise.

If I really think about it, anything, whatever it is, it'll never end, it'll grow bigger. Grass is greener syndrome biting at my toes and consuming me before I nip the problems away.

Garh, I better take a scalding shower lest my thoughts grow into that ghastly beast that haunts and rattles on my brittle chains of sanity that keep me wholly functional in this world and clouds my sense of what's right and what's wrong and forces me to break the accepted standards of social norm.

No, no. Must not walk down that path again little lamb.

No good can come off it so come on in and eat your dinner.

That's a good little girl. Eat up now.

Don't worry, we'll get them.

We'll get them gooood.