I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

There is an increasing market for mental hospital stuff. I am a fool if I don't relive it, recreate it.

I am a victim of introspection.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.

Believe in some beneficent force beyond your own limited self. God, god, god: where are you? I want you, need you: the belief in you and love and mankind.