I drank beer and watched comedians, and Brad and I had a good time. I know I overreact sometimes. Sometimes it feels like the world is crashing down in a torrential rain, even though logically I know it’s just drizzling. Perhaps I’ve just been tired, I’ve been worn out. The days keep blending in together and I just don’t know where the breaks are in between anymore. What I want is so far away and uncertain that I begin to feel helpless. I suppose my point here is that I’m not like this all the time. I don’t know how to talk to people, and I wouldn’t want to subject people to my woes, so I talk on here and I open myself up to the abyss the way I can’t open myself up to people. It’s probably the only way that I stay sane…otherwise I’d keep it all bottled up, or spend the days crying in my room. I suppose one day things will start falling together so that I can see the big picture. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to find the side pieces to the puzzle.