rambling through brambles (will i ever learn?).

Sheep are herded, and I can't help but think that there's something amiss here. Could it be you've a devil on your shoulder whispering tidbits to you? Paranoia is a silly thing. Why should I even bother? If an excuse to be rid of me is so easy to come by, did you ever really want me back? Harsh words for even harsher thoughts. At this point, I'm too numb to care if it's hypothermia (because it's never lupus).