h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

'twas another one of them days where you sit back and get everything flooding in suffocating waves towards you.
nah, i'm not talking about schoolwork and projects and all those supposedly-dumb-superficial little insects that crawl between the crevices of your brain. i'm talking about all those little whims and their outcomes, all those tiny little self-inflicted twinges of pain i used to know, all those weird rules and games i used to play.
but it could've been worse. today's attack was somewhat diluted, and bouts of this overwhelming-drowning-bony-things-hidden-in-my-closet-are-coming-out-malady are becoming sporadic nowadays.
i'm not sure whether to be happy about this or not.
ah well. who is ever sure whether they're happy? (throw them a few questions and they start going 'um-er'. )
apologies for sounding flippant there.
it brings me on to another point.

dear-darling-honeypies, i'm supposed to be a candy(liquorice,preferably)-coated-crazy-funky-whimsical-girl.
trouble is, i know other people, particularly some person, who are/is just about the same as me, albeit with a (much) bigger vocabulary, (much) better writing skills, and a slightly different manner of speaking.

don't you ever get scared we're all very similar (i hesitate to say 'same') deep-deep-down-inside our tormented lil' souls?

i don't. i only wonder. (wonder, wonder, wonderful! )

and though you (no...not you...you!) think i'm deliciously-good-and-cleverly-intuitive enough to be your idol, i beg to differ.
i'm not, but you do need someone.
everyone needs someone.
terrible inherent weaknesses we have.
which makes you wonder whether schizophrenic people have it better, sometimes.

the trick is, dah-ling, to pick from a variety of people. not only from one poor person. because your attention distributed among more people makes them less aware of it. and also makes you look less desperate (and silly?).
my, if we keep on picking from everyone, we'll end up all the same, hm?
live for today, that's all i say. (to this. not to everything).

i'm just slightly over the edge, clinging on to it by my fingernails which are starting to give way.
don't mind me. i assure you, it'll be over the next time i see you.

(then again, how much do you trust me?)