Today I feel totally exhausted. There's no time for everything. You can call us ugly. You can call us silly. But you can't change who we are. So what's wrong with that?You've been on my mind. Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off. My melancholy thoughts pollute my mind. People talk & I try to listen, never mind the fact that I love eavesdropping. I don't want the ordinary life back. Some feelings cannot be controlled - it's not your fault no matter how you feel. My imagination was running wild.