Like I can put anything into words. There has been an intense wave of anger at the failure. There is an annoyance at everyone's good intentions, but I understand where they are coming from and have been trying to accept it as best I can. I cry when I try to talk about anything of detail so I keep myself busy with organizing people's CD collections and media libraries on computers. I've started three different kinds of medication as of five days ago so I'm not expected to feel anything different yet...... feel different. Feel. Feel so much. There's no guilt.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
