The most curious thing is that now I manage to recognize Barry White, just like how I could with a few others.

I hate this hovering. 

I know I’m being trapped by my messiness and my masochistic hobby of freaking myself out.

And also the tendency to keep beating myself up for no apparent reasons.

And love myself too much to the point I may well hate myself even more.

This’s crazy.

Why do I have to torture myself mentally by reading tragedies? Again?

This song has been played 20 times.