I never thought that I would escape from a play world by going back to my life. I'm backwards. Having left insanity, I'm not sure that I'm back to sane. Itching. I have an itch. What will satisfy? A job? A move? Rashes go with itching, maybe I'm being rash. One week. Wherever I am in one week, next Tuesday, whatever I'm thinking then, I' ( Read more... )

Last night I was forced to realize what a colossal idiot I am. I hate when that happens.

Anger and disappointment thrown in the mix, my only comfort was snuggling with Oscar. I'm so undeserving of his love.

Maybe tonight's laundry will offer some kind of relief. I hope Dennis is having fun.

Still crazy, but no longer delusional,
Leah

So I'm gonna try this, but it already seems like a great deal of effort for such a lazy slob. We'll see.