And if it was just how you wanted
You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem
And changing your image and attitudes
Won't bring you back into your bedroom
Amputating as he's waiting
He's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible
Little swinger your bottle is thinking too much
'cause you're aiming to please way off target
And i'll tell you what you must already know
Of amputating that too slow

The emotions have hit me again. I don't know where they came from, or how they invaded me. Why I left myself vulnerable to them. Will I ever dig myself out of this hole that I crawled in? Updates updates. She'll be gone for a while. She's a mystery. Probably not perhaps. I'm too tired to try nowadays. I still have hope. That's why I'm afraid. Hope it turns out fine. It's going downhill. Am I the only one who is saddened by this? Degeneration, decay, despondencies. Why, and how?