I wish I still had that track. It makes me feel less alone. Then again, there is a part of me that would like to embrace that lonliness. Did I not write an essay for Mr. Smead on this topic? My question is, why am I still writing this entry when my hands are cracked and bleeding and it hurts to type? I have to go to bed soon. I made cookies today that weren't really cookies. They were strangely tastey though. I hate how I feel separated from people all of the sudden. What happened to me? Where from last year to this year did my company become less desirable? From last month to this month? Perhaps it was my self-pitying state of mind that brought it on. Yes, I think that was it. I stayed in bed all day and watched telly. It was quite good fun. I don't even know what to look for anymore, what anyone else looks for. And I'm beginning to care less, as I promised myself at the beginning of the year I would. That hasn't exactly worked out. And I'm still just as crazy.