I wish my pills would stop fucking with my emotions. Or maybe it’s me. I wish I would stop being angry one second and then happy and then sad. It’s fucked up. I wish I could stop thinking. I wish I could be me all the time, without having my head go crazy. Maybe that is me… I hope it isn’t. I can’t accomplish much that way. I write and write and write, and the thoughts keep coming at me, and I have no time to type them up or anything. Gah! Well since today is a snow day, for me at least, I don’t know about the rest of you. I’ll try and see how many I can type up, and how many more I can make up. Enjoy.