The weather's changed. But I can't figure it out. I pretend that I don't care but I do. Hell, I do.

Something is not right. Me of all people should know.




I am out of that place but I feel like I am still living there.


Sylvia Plath is right. Sometimes you're just under a bell jar, no matter where you are.


-- I am speaking in metaphores again. Something's not right. I wasn't talking about global warming,by the way.