cipher

This just amuses the hell out of me. Not even in any political way, really. I just haven't had the energy for that lately.

I've been having my least favorite mental problem lately: diffiuculty telling my dreaming life apart from my waking life. It makes sleeping seriously entertaining, but occassionally traumatic.

I really don't think I'm human; at least, not in the conventional sense. You know how in prison they'll punish inmates with solitary confinement? This drives people crazy, it's awful, right? I guess--I wouldn't know. I often go 24, 48, even 72 hours at a time without talking to other people. Sometimes without seeing other people. Doesn't bother me. Sometimes, I feel like I need that.
I have no idea what to make of that.

The scent of the lilac is the most holy thing one can experience in this life. Enjoy them while they remain.