but who

I just typed an entire entry and deleted it out of mental embarrassment for my own triteness.

It's this headache, is all.

Why this, then -- I am telling you not out of some adolescent desire for attention (though that is ever-present, of course), but maybe to illustrate the withholding, the "not enough" which is just, just silly and stupid but, you know. I'm sorry, I'm not sure why I'm here. Everything is not quite right.

Soon I will have a drink of water and my body will go on living. But who will touch it.