I've pulled something and have added an awkward shuffle to the oh so happy mix.

Apparently I look really good when I wander in the darkness. I keep getting compliments and end up standing there with a rather stupid look on my face as my brain yells things like "Are you blind?", "You can't be serious" or "What the hell?". Maybe I am suited to the dark. I should have been a poet since I carry the trouble brow so well.

Then again maybe they, those of the compliments, are picking up 'something' and sense that I need something nice said to me. I don't know.

I just wish I could believe them.