It's 5:05 A.M. and I can't sleep. I'm scared because I know I'll have to wake up tomorrow and face a whole new day. Hell. Maybe it'd be better if I just let it pass in a blur. My body is tired but my mind is active. Too active. I have a headache. I want to move from here, I hate it here. I just don't have anywhere to go. It's frustrating. Living here is slowly, inch by inch, deteriorating my insides. And I can feel it, picking at my heart. Just when a wound is about to finish healing, they pry it open again. I make no sense. They say you lose more than two brain cells when you smack your head against the wall. And that the stomach grows a new layer of mucus every week, and that humans and dolphins are the only animals who have sex for pleasure and not breeding purposes. I can just keep on blabbing. Shit, I'm like a walking encyclopedia. With a cold. Whatever. Oh, how I utterly despise that word. Makes me feel like they don't care, which they don't. Maybe denial, avoidance. Anyway, I'm just waiting for time to go by, waiting to see what'll happen next. I'm such a whiner. Blah. At least I'll hopefully get to spend my summer voulenteering at the hospital. Hopefully I'll be sent over to the psychology section. I'd be useful there. Seeing as how I can practically write a book on the works of the human mind. Really is a pity the rest of it is asleep, maybe it just wasn't meant to be used by us. If we can cause so much harm to the world with only a third of our brain working, can you imagine what would be of the world if it was all active?