06.19.00

I am really beginnning to think there is something wrong with me.

Not anything really specific, but something is out of whack in my head. Do they make brain chiropractors? I could use one.

I've gotta wonder if this is what depression or incipient insanity feels like. As if it's not you that's messed up, but everyone around you. It would feel really good to let it all go and just run around screaming "I am the prune juice fairy" or something equally dumb. Of course, once you go and do something like that, the stigma of it will be with you always.

They should market some drug for temporary breakdowns. You know, something that will let you be someone else for a weekend. Or that will let you sleep, or just not be there at all for a while.

I think that oblivion is the most tempting thing about sleep and death right now. Not having to me myself is a major bonus.

Perky people should never get depressed; this is REALLY bad. I want to go do the mopeygoth thing and just curl up into a motionless ball in a corner or something.