Sometimes it is easier to lie. Somedays it seems that when there is nothing you want you can pretend it's still fine.

So it's gotten bad. I am very empty and can't feel much. I feel ashamed some how.

I finished reading Stephen King's Bag of Bones a little while ago.

I'm doing a lot better. I am not having problems and quit the meds over a month ago.

She is walking down to the corner of the city. Her eyes follow her green shoes, her head in a blue hood. The air has the sweet taste of coffee and rainy leaves.

I'm going to hide from my relatives for awhile. I felt so much better not taking that Abilify last night.

Walking Down