Yet again here I find myself, once again adrift. I need new, not old, l need to shift. Right back into old habits I go, almost sad isn't it? I purposley go to things I see unfit. They say everything happens for a reason, for why you're back, I'm not sure. I should know it's no good how my hairs stand up like a cats fur. Entirely and utterly perturbed I hate how You make me uncomfortable in my own skin. Go away, shape shifter, upsetting, The gross taste you leave in my mouth, bitter. G0 away.