I feel horrible, and I need a rational person to assign me blame, and a friend to tell me it's ok. They can't be the same person. I'm not the same person.
Frantically trying to finish this book. My thoughts, usually a full conversation from all directions, has grown sparse, one side of a telephone conversation. I hate feeling like I'm trying but damned anyways.
It's raining again. My headaches come back when the weather changes. I hate the surprise Indian Summers, craving normalcy, not the twitching in my arms, eyes. When I take off my glasses, I still see the frames. Is that normal?
Things on my mind, 7:25 pm: