If the sea doesn't cause radioactivity...

Well... I have to say. It's almost 3:30am... and I'm still up. Kinda down still... and stressed. Crazy stress.
And this is what I want to do right now... at 3:30am: I want to listen to the soft soothing sounds of Missy Higgins, while eating porridge rice with tofu and peas, along with a cup of black tea that has a hint of orange and/or pear. And instead of thinking about how I'll survive next semester...
I'm writing, what seems like, a novel about distant lonliness and it's almost withering existence and a more crisp air and fresh mind envelope all that was wrong and makes it new.

If I look like I'm running away.

So I haven't written here in a very long time. I'm not really sure where to begin... so I'll pick up from here.

So... I thought I was getting better... mentally that is. And usually I do feel better.

And then... there are those days where I'm dragged to the ground and crash... causing a hault.

There's so much going on. Everything's spinning.


Make it stop.