I think I'm sick.
And I don't know if my ailment has a name.
It's just me sitting and staring at the Internet or the television for long periods of time intersperesd by trying to not do that. And then lying about what I've been doing.
Then I'll get so excited about something that the excitement overwhelms men. And I can't sleep or do anything.
And I just am in love with everything but can't figure out how to make myself work in the world.
I wish we lived in feudal times where your position in the world couldn't change, If you were a king or a peasant, you had to just be happt with who you were.