I'm imploding almost completely again. I want to break out and do something, but my thoughts drag me inwards like some inescapable black hole. I can't fucking do anything except sit here and write a sentence or two before staring off again into my little world.

Literally, it's taking me forever to write this.

It's weird... like I think of one thing I want to do like write down a tune I'm hearing in my head. Then one thought leads to the next until I'm practically drooling on myself on the edge of comatose.

One of these days I just might forsake this world for my own and end up a vegetable or something, shearly under the weight of my own mind.

Fuck I need an outlet.

Just where the hell is it this time?