Writing a story... its set in Warsaw during the holocaust..
The snow looks so lovely but is so dreadful when you have to travel in it. I'm going to pansy out and stay home, probably. I despise the bus enough as it is. So home I shall stay...
Moronic idiot self. I really loathe myself a lot right now..
I've not been much for people lately. I don't know what to say to them, how to converse. I am distracted and foolish. I'm breaking apart.
I don't know anymore. Oh my.
People are peculiar creatures. I do not understand them much at all. And, I, as one of them, cannot understand myself much at all either.