Journal: Just A Ramble
-------------------------------------------Mood: Brain Fried
Dear Diary,
Unsure. Doubt.
One minute I'm here, the next, I'm there. I don't quite understand anymore. I keep changing my mind. It's not just the literal, meaning, either.
I can be grinning over something great, then just breakdown into tears with no understanding of where it comes from. Halfway through crying, I'll start laughing like a maniac.
Am I insane?
No, no. I can't be. If I was insane, it would be more obvious. I know why I see things, feel things, or become suddenly terrified and end up running the rest of the way home...
Paranoia. Hah. Paranoia!
Bullshit, I say.
Doctor's don't know anything. One minute it's because of an illness, the next it's because of my hormones, then it's because of somesort of crisis in my life. After that, it doesn't even exsist! How can they suddenly come up with the idea I'm paranoid?!
Even my mom's starting to struggle. Should she laugh, or ask questions?...
Should I dig for dirt, or live on the surface? - I'm not too sure.
I'm not sure.
When I stare off into space, do you know what I'm thinking about? I don't. When I go off into my own little world, I never remember when I return. It's just another question on the list.
How are you?
I can't answer honestly.
...Created 2010-03-19 11:31:40 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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