A weblog of diaretic (as opposed to diarrhetic) crap.
Friday, April 21, 2006
I have too much on my mind. Too much to write about, too many questions. Questions I can't write, questions I can't answer. I don't like to censor myself, but I wrote, and it looks stoopid, even in my own eyes. I need to chill out. I need to calm down. I need to not be thinking about him every fucking minute of the day. Censory overload? or censory deprivation? I can't even tell. I need to finish writing this paper.