here i am.

Ive never had a high last this long before. well, perhaps before it all got stupidly crazy, i do seem to remember having normal moods. But this, now, i thought it would end weeks ago, and it didnt. now i know im coming down, my dreams tell me the peek is over. But instead of falling out of it overnight .. its being dragged out, and i tell you, the fear is starting to build (special thanks to my subconcious) I feel like stopping time, i like wanting to live, i like waking up every morning and getting out of bed, i like being spontanious and crazy and climbing trees and running around like some kind of madman. god (there must be some such) DONT LET ME FALL

This could be some kind of peaceful lull if i did not expect the harsh breakin of bones as i hit the ground. I hate crying every day. i hate eating for the sake of it and spending hours staring at nothing and understanding nothing of what goes on around me and little of what comes out of peoples mouths.

*deep breath, little darkling*

is it over, or is this the beggining of something i can work with?

5 march 2359