On being a baby..

I'm having a sick day. I'm sick - my stomach is upset. I'm getting a fever, and my eyes are droopy and i feel like half my energy has been sapped out of me. I want to be back in cairo but maybe i actually prefer being more or less alone in port said.
I confess - I baby am.

But its all so hard being your own person and all, and having one's own pride and all, and I realise somedays that my sarcasm for all its intelligence pales in comparison to the simple kindnesses that people are capable of without flinching, without feeling all awkward and ironic like a lemon gone sour on itself. C'est moi - a lemon gone sour on itself.

I wish I were a kinder person. I wish i wish i wish.