The pheasants in my head have been busy. Flying around my head, making me dizzy and tired and confused. Sometimes i just want to cry. Or just sit here...do nothing. Just watch time slip away. Or crawl at snails pace, depending on how I'm feeling. Havn't been feeling all that great lately. Have to deal with friends who wonder why i'm "so quiet." It's like they can spot it a mile off...walk up to me and say, "whats wrong?" Why is "nothing" no longer accepted as an answer?

Singing is strange therapy.

I feel like screaming but i don't know why. at 7:49 p.m.

cambridge...wow | need to get some rest