from all the truth

Something keeps hanging around the foot of my bed at night. It wants to talk to me but it can't talk and I can't sleep. So it just stands there and we just stare at each other and I get up and I go for my run and I just nap between classes when I should be trying to remind myself how to study or something.

Need a psych appointment. Need more medicine. Need more of the things I need to keep myself medicated. Most of all, need more sleep.

I think I figured out how to make people not see stuff I write on here but I'm just too tired to care.

Man, dorm rooms are so bland. NEEDZ MOAR COLUR. I've got all the same stuff I had last year in a room the same size with all the same space for my stuff and yet I don't feel like I have enough to make it not feel like I'm in a hospital room. So, after classes one day, I'm headed back to town for thrifting. WHO'S WITH ME? (No one actually uses these blog things yet, I know.)

Hello, internet! Well, no, I guess this isn't entirely the internet. It's just, like, some weird spin-off of the internet that lets us connect to the internet whenever it decides to not be cranky. It's like, I don't know, the internet's cousin. The internet's really grumpy, unreliable, maybe a little bit mistreated and malnourished cousin. The sort of cousin that would probably end up in Meminisse if it were a person, now I think about it. Internet's poorly treated cousin, Meminet.

...I don't know. I just accidentally ate an entire pack of Starburst and figured that christening this blog thing sounded like a good idea. I'm going to go fold my Starburst wrappers into tiny cranes or something.

( so I'm gonna give all my secrets away )