Change frightens me. I loathe it, this invisible omnipotent enemy that presses in from all around me, hand-in-hand with ageless time. I feel my bounderies being pushed, my space being invaded. And I am helpless to stop it. This is my world, I want to scream, my place of comfort you're invading; just back the FUCK OFF.

But I digress. I know I'm taking shit out of proportion again. I always do. Maybe I just need to sleep.