I'm a little more grumpy when I'm sick, but I still love to be nurtured and taken care of. However, this is only the case when it is done by someone I care and love. If I have even the slightest runny nose, the wrath grows, along with its brother introversion, and quite a nasty beast arises to pronounce with acidity the most profound and cynical questions a mere human being could possibly come up with. You see, I feel red is the freedom to have emotions, and usually with that freedom comes contentment. If my mood is red, I'm very settled and very happy with the way things are in my life.
Life is good.
You're detached from this world and nothing seems to make sense. You feel completely detached from your own fucking human race. Good luck in getting through to me. Occasional perversity, a keen yet inexperienced wit, and a perhaps falsely bragged-about frame of mind and artistic ability are what I do. No clear path.