his sick broken lips frown at me, "why are you unhappy?" I am only a baby and I don't know why I'm unhappy. I don't know why I feel anything. it happens so suddenly and takes up every bit of space in my mind. there is no logic in my emotion. overly analytical attempts at logic, perhaps, but nothing more. sometimes looking at you makes me sad. I don't know whether or not this means I love you.
March 15, 2009