I don’t know really. I just feel like writing, but I don’t know if what I’m saying sounds anything like sanity. Life has just been crazy these past few weeks, and I’ve gone from self-absorbed b*tch (please don’t argue love) to realising that I’m a cynic to being someone trying to find herself again. For some reason, I seem to have lost touch with reality. I don’t know what’s going on with me.

Someone suggested that it could have been due to the recent Mercury Retrograde and I’m inclined to believe it. I just hate myself right now. I don’t know what to make of this, honestly. Life has been screwed up.

God may be playing a joke on me, and I know that I don’t like to make fun of others. I also have something which may be just my imagination, a gift, or a curse. I don’t like not knowing whether something I’m seeing may be just my imagination or something that’s real and/or should be happening.