...and every sentence that I spoke began and ended in elipses...
Sorry all my entries lately have been marked private, they are all totally neurotic analyzations of my life right now. These days, there are almost no moments where I feel the buzz I get from being in a crowded room. I feel good, sure, but not great. There's some joy barrier I hit and can't hop over at the moment. I can't wait to be manic again. Then we can stop avoiding each other.