I like being part of this huge smudge, or wandering group of penguins. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, if you say you feel like you have to compete for attention, I want you to know that I'll always be there (even if only for hugs - I'm not much good for anything else) and I love you much more than you realise. It scares me a bit that you feel like that. I have to fight for my right to compete yet. But I get the feeling this won't matter very much. I hate myself for thinking that.
I wandered around today just being happy because it was sunny and I got to be around everyone. Which makes me smiley and stupid. Very stupid.
No change there then.
I like being able to float around like this. I said it before, but I really am now. Dreadful feeling I'm about to fall into something though. Good? Who knows.
I got reminded today that I'm nobody's little weasel, but - I do, more than you realise.
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: