"My antisociality kicked in so heavly last night, I'm actually ashamed. It's incredibly hard to explain, but the most prominent memory I have in my mind, was when HONEY KISSED my forehead, and then when a girl, who's sadness is causing her as much defect in her life, kissed Honey's forehead. I did so much abstract thinking yesturday, that my brain is actually able to function when it comes to describing and writing. I'm kind of relieved but, not at the same time. I miss you. " Hello sad obsession, What I thought I knew, was totally change yesturday. Even after my stimulant had worn off my mind wouldn't stop turning over these facts and episodes and movements of all these people and places and myself, even. I'm caught up in my slow-anxiety and I don't like to exist in this word anymore. I hate lingering around people, no matter how much I love all of them. I prefer being alone to imagine them and what they're doing. Don't get me wrong, I love being with them, and laughing with them, loving them (even the ones who had previously vanished) etc. I can only be with 2 people, not including myself, at once. If I'm not, my brain buzzes and I need to stimulate my actions and slow down my mental breifings. What am I doing besides exaggurating myself, and fucking up my life?