I'm having just a liiiiitle bit of trouble trying not to be overwhelmed. It's inevitable, but I'd like to post-pone the breakdown. That doesn't need to happen yet.

And I've been burying myself in my books again, (this hasn't happened for a long time) and I'm certainly wishing my imagination was tangible.

I really wish my imagination was tangible.

*sigh*

And I've realized how much easier it is to bitch online because you want people to feign interest. It doesn't even have to be real, just as long as someone acts like they cared. I hope I don't come off like that and I hope the depressed-me postings will be few and far between if I can actually get myself to do these journals.

SB