...you were kissed by a witch one night...

...and later insisted your feelings were true....

I'm in a dangerous place, I'll be honest. I'm really tired, pure and simple, and in varying amounts of pain. Things aren't going like I want them to go - but then, rarely does life really go like we want it to go. I frustrate too easily, I know; patience has never been my virtue. Strength of the mind, yes, a great virtue of mine. But not patience.

...I am Homesick. I am tired, I am being nurtured on bad fires and fleeting hope (a terrible thing, to be sure). I feel...bad. I'm not talking malaise, I'm talking morally, though why I'm not sure. I just am. I wish I could explain it; perhaps then I could dismantle it, exorcise the feeling.

Today it's cold and overcast...in this season when the greatest joy is green and sunshine. Damn the cold, and damn the clouds. My shoulder aches, and my heart aches, and I just want to go home and sleep, angry and throbbing and frustrated, unsure of the sun, distrusting the compass, and feel the fine, hairline cracks of depression. That's what it boils down to: depression. Pain + fatigue + frustration = depression. But, then again, that's the price of mania.