*299 - bouncing grapes

I am chasing grapes around my plate with a fork. They are occasionally ricocheting off the edges of the plate and bouncing across my table.

The grapes are irrelevant.

What I actually want to say is that I need someone to confide in. I'm in a mess. All my life, or at least, for the past 2 and a half years, I've been running to you. Now that I need someone else to turn to, I'm all alone.