I feel like I am in a fish tank -- everything is slow and quiet, I can't take a full breath, and there is no one else in here. People look at me from the other side of the glass, and I hide sullenly in my ridiculous plastic pirate ship. I have spent the past three days with a headache, probably due to the fact that I have been reading almost nonstop. Lots of different books. Anything to keep me busy. Anything to keep my thoughts occupied. I just finished another 500 page novel -- that I only started this morning -- and now I don't know what else to do. I am listless, restless, useless. Everything is better, now, but everything is worse.
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hushed_lavinia) wrote,
uncomfortable
