I am in craziness place now. I keep connecting to the Internet because it makes me numb and stupid and thus able to function. (What does that say about the status quo of human emotion?) Even listening to music makes me want to chew my cuticles, and attempting to make art has me on the verge of gnawing off my own hands. I sketch a bit; I take refuge in facebook. I play Vienna Teng's "Harbor" a couple of times; I skulk back to livejournal. I blame autumn for my instability—if there's a time of year more reminiscent of brinks, I haven't met it. And ART. And what I learned about myself from Mr. Walpole, which is (go look at your eyes they're full of moon).
I am discontent down at the bone. I want someone to dizzy me. I need new.