12.22.08

I write in intervals... Shifts of the mind, really. So, I might make myself hard to follow or understand from page to page, and word to word. My mind itself never runs as it should... Cutting out days, throwing off time, and filming each memory in some backwards form, just making it so unfitting to maintain a single constant. Explosions are quaint once you've experienced the battlefield that rages-on in my head... It makes traffic-collisions seem pleasant. Now, I'm lying here, in this temporary bed, with the most massive headache... No, I have not taken any pills to help the pain, for as strange as it sounds, I don't ever take things to make me well. I believe, after I got heavier into counter drugs and prescription pills that truly no medications were gonna make anything stop... Only mask the existing with a fading guise, and then BAM!!!, that sickness hits again, until it goes away naturally, as it would've before. Yawn... I am tired; in the morn' I'll go on...