many many things today. i can't sleep without this. the therapeutic session of writing, of putting my feelings into words. Of crystalizing my thoughts, so that i can catalogue them one by one. I want, no, i need to exorcise them.

It's been a bad day. Try as i might to hide behind cheer and fun, it's a thin veneer. Putting on a front. It's tiring. The day started out ok, but too many people, too many things. Steadily downhill. Maybe i think too much, maybe i'm too sensitive. I need that chavanistic ass out of my life pronto.

Depressed, no morale. Everything seems to grate on me. I question myself, am i even doing the right thing by being here. Can i be what i wanted to be...