Solstice. (It's still Saturday to me.)
My skin feels hot like a sunburn.
It's not. But I wish I understood my body better.
Today was just one of those day that should have been incredible, but was, in every aspect, awful.
Every day seems to be similarly depressing. My paranoia has flown off the handle. It's actually getting to the point that it's debilitating. My perception is skewed as well. I have no graces about my social. I am misunderstanding people more than ever. Most of all, my patience is running oh, so thin. Status report on pathos: little to none.
Paranoia.
Perception.
Patience.
Pathos.
Everything is in excess or recession. Dammit. Alethea.