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I'm bouncing back and forth between utterly depressed and happy beyond belief. Is there really such a fine line between the two? It seems a more logical possibility that I'm simply going insane and there's no way to stop it. The only way I've been able to survive is from thought to thought, day to day, one hope to another. Clinging leaves me lifeless and scared. Jumping keeps me awake. I suppose the only thing to do is keep jumping until I find a place that's safe to land on at least semi-permanently. Perhaps one of my main problems is that I don't quite feel at home anywhere anymore. I have a few safe places, but mostly I feel uncomfortable and paranoid. Sometimes it feels so good to be honest. I'm tired of saying I'm oh kay when I'm not. And I really can't stand most people, even though it pains me to say it. I know there are spelling errors in this entry and i know it's not well-written, but it did me good to write it.
that's all for now.
that's all for now.