atrophy unhinged i rarely get to look in eyes that reflect my heart. i have no practice at these things. i'm afraid i will fuck it up. all or nothing too much or not enough i am wondering how much longer i must live on scraps. friendship isn't enough. my friends here don't even hug me right. (if i told you my secret heart, that dream probably would come true, the one where you change your number) 090209 what's it to you? who go blather from