looking back from then to now, i still don't have anyone i can talk to.

like all the weird stuff in my head. even with joel there was a limit. i'm starting to think that maybe i am crazier than previously thought. maybe that's what's wrong with me.

i'm not even in a bad mood, i have actually been really productive lately. i've read two books, finished up on a project, and actually ran errands that would always do last minute.

i just don't like always being alone.

i had a weird dream last night.