sick right now. My brain feels like it's pushing against my skull just trying to bust out of its cranial prison. Which could be bad for me if it did. Not that it would be much loss since I don't have any mind to speak of. The great thing about being mentally ill? Not one thing. Depression hits for no reason, the need to cry is too often, anger, anger, and more anger, the feeling that everyone is against you and that people are talking about you behind your back, and the lack of sleep.
All I want to do today is sleep, yet I'm sipping on coffee as we speak. My ability to spell and keep up with my grammar and punctuation in my writing is slipping fast. I cannot think clearly. Sentence fragment. ;p