No movement, no sound. Complete isolation. Can't sleep, can't sit still, need motivation. The one thing between me, and a fall to the concrete ground outside, is just a conversation. I need a conversation. There's nothing to do except talk to the voices. The silence is drowned out by all of their noises. Speaking of which, that's not the only thing that's drowning. At least you know I won't die frowning.
April 6, 2010