I am... a complicated, infuriating, apparently cyclothymic individual.
I want...the impossible.
I miss...every chance to tell you everything.
I want to go...to somewhere with lots of apples.
So many people dont know…the things I don’t tell them.
My Heart is... 'cold, dark, broken' (?) existent.
I wish…that I wasn’t so cynical.

I went out to see Pirates 3 again, with David and Richard. We went to Pizza Hut before that, and shared a humongous Hawaiian pizza. David had to tell me every five minutes to "EAT!". Got fucking annoying after the first, oh, one time. Sore neck from front row seats, which sucked. Spent most of it feeling disgustingly piggy, restless and uncomfortable.

Spent today with fucked-up vision and focus, anxiety about visiting a car boot sale, and other things comparable to sponge cake.

I've got a recipe for appleade, I'm going to go and try it out now. Will post later about results.

EDIT:
The appleade was good. Nearly had another panic attack at Fusion, joy.