3, 5, 7.

And again, i am pang sehed. Another project, another loner. Oh well, gotta find my good point asap. Think i'm gonna focus on this point. What am i lacking that makes me unwanted? Hmm. Points to ponder. Looks like another night with Mister Insomania and Mister Depression. And not to forget Lil' miss Monster under my bed. I feel like baggage man. Wanted for the things i own, not the owner. Dogs and cats. Am i being used once again? Hmm. (Mindset of a sad child.)