i know i should be glad to be home. and i am, i really am, i've been drinking it all in, the beauty of city winter in august.
but still, i can't help but feel lost. and to some extent, scared.
these days, i can't look at anything without having any disturbing, shaking thoughts.
its hard. maybe i'm going insane. but i'll be okay, i have my friends, but even then...
i need to get my mind off it. off everything.
the only true release is sleep. which i try, but the very same thoughts that i crave release from keep me awake until the night is long since gone.
i've got a secret for the mad.
in a little bit of time it won't hurt so bad.
sshhh.
