Echizen Ryoma

I've been out for a couple days, being exhausted and nuts and all. I don't know if any of that's changed yet nor do I particularly care.

I'm alive. I posted to this things.

That's all.

It's been a while since I've updated this thing. Che. How annoying.

I don't know what you want me to put.

On a side note, I haven't slept in three days.

Ha. I've never been in such a fabulous mood.

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Have you ever noticed how tidy everything is?

Except when that mole-girl comes around. But she's so crazy.

Tee hee

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What the fuck

I feel good today. ^-^

Wait.

What.

I think I'll go be sick somewhere.

This isn't working.

I remember keeping a journal when they first started.
 
It didn't help then, so I doubt it'll help now. Other than to remind me why I'm always twitching and obviously amusing to the rest of the world.

...there's a couple of entries on file.

It looks like I'm sleeping tonight.

I think I just won't sleep anymore. If I don't sleep, I don't dream and if I don't dream I'm less fucking anxious. If I'm less anxious, I won't have as many fits and maybe then everyone will just leave me alone.

I tried to tell dear old Doc that today. He decided I should take sleeping pills. Help me sleep, he said. Yeah. That'll help. Just like twirling around in a chair while hyperventilating has been.

And then there was the chopstick incident today. Ugh. I wasn't going to stab anyone with them or anything. I just had to have them. I don't know.

Today has been exceptionally shitty.

I won't take those stupid sleeping pills. I won't. I won't sleep.

It's supposed to help, like therapy and this place. Venting is what this is. A record. Stupid.

I've been here for a half a year and I'm not getting any better. The nightmares come almost every night and I'm pretty sure I'm getting worse. Though worse is relative, looking at all the other

Who cares.

Echizen Ryoma. Pleased to meet you.

Yeah right.

[ooc: Strikes typed and then deleted.]