I talk about my problems here. My moods change about the same damn problem I have had for a while, and it's pretty evident what kind of mood I am in. My writing is only really fully intelligible for me. I skip around. Uses the terms I used in my mind to make sense of things. It's essentially my own language. It's faulty.

One problem I didn't talk about is love. I am having an awfully hard time falling in love. Or falling in like, or whatever, for god's sake. Commitment problems come down to their self-destructive roots.

Mothagesso.