Milksake

. . .As though slowly I'm being erased from the minds I cherish the most.

My shoulder have been tense all day, and it's only going to get worse now. ; ; I stayed up most of this morning so that I'd be too braindead to actually say anything, My shoulders feel like someone knotted this rope really tight into them, and it's painful to do anything that requires moving the arm. My wrists are starting to get into it, too, and my lungs still feel horrible. What's happening? And why am I posting on here when only like four people read this, let alone care?

I figured that since I'm up, I'd write a journal entry. I'm at Taylor's house right now. This is the most pain I've been in in a while. My mood's been this weird blur, lately, where I want to do things and I do them but I can't reflect. I know these things suck, because my hands are too shaky to draw properly and my anatomy isn't proper and my rooting is off and I my sewing machine is broken, but I can't try to fix them. My lungs feel like I'm breathing needles. It's Christmas Eve, but I don't feel happiness because all I can think about is this nagging pain. On the bright side, I entered MHScreamQueen's contest. I can't even do that annoy