the slow return to normalcy

obsessive thoughts still entertain me; however, the pings of sadness aren't as overwhelming or elongated. i think i'm about to start my period. every month cycles another round of manic depression. why am i always so surprised when i freak out?

definitely going to change the hair. i'm thinking dark brown. and possibly off with most of it. not that i have a whole lot to cut...

revised old papers into new papers.

writing more and more. reading less and less.

slowly becoming accustomed to the surrounding population of homophobes and bush-ites.

talked to heather. she's just as unhappy.

it's snowing.

i miss this:



but how could i live with myself and not hate him?