Violence

I got into Phantom Lips, which is good. Been having body issues over facebook incident. I don't have them all too often, which is good. I've been flaking on my antidepressants because I'm destructive, and I'm remembering what little these-aren't-really-for-anything tears are like. Little stinging things that make me feel like myself. I'm not myself when I don't cry a little, and I NEVER cry on my antidepressants. Not even when I'm really upset about something. I'm writing a story. I'm about nine pages in. It's going to be long. That's what she said.

I've also been nerding out by making just-for-fun power points. If you haven't seen them yet, and you have the technology, drop me a line. Dang, tell me to start taking my pills again. It's like drinking. Like the buzz before drunk and not fun anymore. I should stop writing blogs when I'm tired. What I'm starting to realize is that I don't think the way other people think. I used to think that everyone thought the same things, but nobody talked about them. When I started to talk about them, people would get this weird contorted faces. It's just me. And that's pretty lonely.