I love miranda thus granting her permission to infest this post with her body


What is wrong with me? For several moments I was so sure that I was getting better; certain that my perspective was changing. I definitely no longer feel like flying off first thing tomorrow. I am barely settled down. What about A Math? Is it really that much of a chore for me to pass my diagnostic test? For myself?


I just can't seem to bring myself to want anything... Let alone take action and achieve anything I used hold a passion for. My passion used to burn with a fury... But as of this moment, all I want is to stop feeling numb tired lonely impatient upset whatever it is that I feel really.


What upsets me most is my awareness that it is in my power to make myself happy, to understand, change my perspective and well all that.


Perhaps it really is for the better that I am flying off tomorrow.

Perhaps this is merely the beginning to The Great Escape I have been yearning for