Also, a comic called Arcana that my kitten introduced me to today. And surrealism, on an entirely separate note. Grr dreamed that I was drugging her husbands, throwing them into the van, and then I drove away with them. Or something. *blink*

I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything for very long, and my hands are trembling. I want to curl up, cut out the misery and confusion and the knot of anguish that I know I could take out if I could just cut deep enough... *shivers*

I don't know why I feel like this. It... gods, it's got to just be depression or something, but it hurts, it hurts and aches and everything inside me twists up tighter and tighter until I can't even breathe without crying. There are tears on my cheeks. I can't make them stop.

Why is this happening? What did I do?

For that matter, why the fuck am I even posting this? *pads off*