Kate.

"Give me the same as what you've having. You look happy, you look so care free... Oh, no, wait a minute, you look scary. And you look like you can't bear me. Oh well. Give me water, then. Give me sleep. Give me food to eat that doesn't leave me weak. Fuck that, I need a box of wine, 'cause every face is yours and your face ain't mine. I need to get stern with myself, I have extremely high hopes. I also have wet eyes and a dry throat and a whole heap of rhymes that I wrote. So give me time on my own. Oh no, wait, give me people to talk to. I'm going mad and I'm weak willed. keep still and breath quietly. I need recovery, somebody cuddle me. Give me time on my own! No, shit, I need people to talk to...

I've been awake all night, just writing. Sick of myself. Fighting the urge to get rid of myself. I'm so exposed, I've hidden myself. Honestly, I can't live with myself. I can't stop giving myself a hard time. i can't stop giving and I can't stop taking and I get lost in this give-take. But now it's sunrise and your eyes are a cliff face that I fall off every morning. Yes, I'm appalling but calm me down, give me kind words. Come here and put your arms around me. Let your heart beat drown mine out since you found me. So just give me some space. No wait, come here, crowd me. "