Mix and Match

I feel I am mentally unstable. ( agreed by kaew )
I ponder about the differences between the cold and warm blooded.
I wonder when did I get this disorder of talking aloud to myself before I sleep. ( Janice )
I sense that the lifestyle I’m having now will lead to a disaster.
I think I’ve abandoned the trait of an Aquarian who needs personal space.
I suspect that my imaginary friend is following me with every step I take.
I trust that it will scar.
I reflect on my adulthood.
I assume taking a lungful of air will calm me down.
I suppose I’ll stay clear from fireworks.
I visualize too much that I’m going through the retching period.
I expect tremors to come after earthquake.
I consider my life a total messed up.
I presume I’m always not drunk enough.
I see that all my jeans are growing bigger.
I reckon that I’m a new comer in Fight Club.
I urge to break an infant’s neck every now and then.
I believe an Aquarian has to meet another or equivalent, a Libran.

I need a doctor.
I need an answer.
I need a savior.
I need a listener.
I need an intruder.
I need an admirer.
I need a healer.
I need an inhaler.
I need an advisor.
I need an entertainer.
I need a smoother.
I need a home maker.
I need a shelter.
I need a supplier.
I need a tailor.
I need a supporter.
I need a volunteer.
I need a believer.