I've been sitting here for about 5 minutes trying to collect all my little thoughts into something a bit more inclusive. I've still got nothing. I'm thinking of all the things that I could tell you about. I could tell you about my classes that I've been too and how I wanted to bash my head against my desk in both of them (thus far) or how I actually fell asleep for twenty minutes today in biology while my teacher was rattling on about how she found squirrels in her car and carried them to class with her- in her shirt I might add- and I heard bits and pieces about her having a carton of milk under her arm to get it warm and then using a pipet to feed the baby squirrels that were still in her shirt. I actually talked to people in my class today- though it was forced conversation spawned through a group activity.

I could mention how I'm feeling really conflicted about posting things again. It's all resting on the tip of my brain and I just can't push myself to get the words out. I don't think I want you to know what's going on in my head. There's a whole island of bullshit that I want to post about, to be honest, but isn't ever what I end up actually posting about because I can't seem to get past my self censor. Sorry Gary, I've failed you. I'm an anti-social chicken shit.

I feel sick. I'm also really good at pretending.

I would drink your blood if I knew it would kill me.