Doubt thou the stars are fire

[_vd_]

when the random things called 'insanity' finally stop swirling just long enough for me to gather my bearings, they redouble their speed and I'm left grasping at little more than air. My brain is a horrible, horrible thing. It likes to keep me guessing as to just when it'll shut down. Be it internal or external stimuli, I have no say in what the goings-on involve anymore.

School. Blah.

Fun. Blah. (you all know I never had much of that [that didn't involve the misfortune of others])

Sleep. Blah. (can't say I have much of that, either)

Blah.