...death becomes clear through bloodshot eyes...

I woke up one other time this morning, and almost thought I wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep. I don't remember dreaming anything, but I woke up with such a feeling of panic and dread I felt like some catastrophe was happening.

Things have just been odd recently. I've kinda felt like I've been living in a dream recently. Maybe something more like a nightmare.

Maybe becoming desensitized is a good thing. Letting go of the one thing that I guess I have left.

People are talking about people, and most all of it comes back to me. I must say this: I don't understand why everything in life has to be a big drama. What drives us to talk behind a persons back, or to hate someone that we don't agree with? Is their way of doing things wrong because it isn't the way you'd do things?

I think it's even more amazing how a persons view of someone changes over time. Maybe I shouldn't. When you first meet someone, they're generally wearing a mask. As time progresses the mask starts to slip, and then falls away, revealing the real person behind it.

I haven't liked what I've seen in most people.