I woke up and staired at a speck on the couch.
God I hated that speck. I wanted to scream at it, punch it, tear it to pieces and destroy everything about it.

Ah! I'm putting myself through a lot of self-induced anxiety.

So, I didn't feel like talking to a god-damn soul today, yet I had to go to a rehearsal where i play an extremely charismatic, charming, energetic young man without a single mean bone in his body.<

I am fairly satisfied with the cd I've created for my family and friends.
It seems pleasently complete (albeit, unpolished, and that's part of the charm for a few songs).

I've been trying to figure out how to define me medically.

I can't figure it out.

Some sort of strange ultra-sensitive/super creative/heart-wrenching mental illness.