Whiner much.

I am scared of strange things.
Of too many tabs open on my net browser, and of waking up at 6am.
Of the cluttered Wikipedia edit page, and of travelling alone.
Of company, and of isolation.

And of that fact, that everything I'm saying makes absolutely no sense.

Yes, I suffer from mood swings.
And sometimes I whine too much.
I drive at break neck speed to buy canned condensed milk, when my mum refuses to make me custard.
I cry for hours at an end when my head hurts.
I suffer from writer's block, and fail to edit the Wiki.
Sometimes I feel depressed for no reason at all, and want to quit.
While at others, nostalgia winds me up bad.

And I annoy you, till you are you actually repulsed.

But its alright, someday I shall make it through.
I will always be okay in the end, I can always choose to be happy.
Not good enough for you, but almost.

I only ask for a little patience,
I can't promise that I shall permanently refrain from cribbing,
But I promise I shall never give up.

Not in the long run.

PS : You are perfect.
And I can't help apologizing over and over again, even when its not my fault.