"Even as I sit here I want to be there..." Nothing makes much sense anymore. The more I think, the less I understand. Days like this make me lose all feeling. Brings on the numbness. "If only I had three wishes..." Sometimes it's like everything just clutters my mind so much. I can't seem to concentrate on just one thing. I have a 2nd roughdraft to write and a final draft to bang out. Mr. Wilson won't be happy with either. He's one of those 'hard to please' professors. Who tells you stuff you already know. He's always right though. Don't deny it. Pat has that class with me. I don't want to see him anymore. I want to tell him to stay away. Hide. Leave me alone. I won't though and I can't. I'd be even weirder to him if I did. He wouldn't understand. He doesn't get things like that. Oh it doesn't matter. No more hanging on. I'm itching to go visiting today. A bad itch I need scratched. I shouldn't. I really, really shouldn't. Dani might be home. L and W are usually always home. I don't know what to do. It's burning. Itching... My need is wanting. Full throttle today. I can't help it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Smiling. Lying. Charming. Devious. Cunning. Painful. Addictions. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I need to move on. Get on out and get me something. DFN.