...a variety of stimulants...

There aren't any words left, just disconnected sounds and the occasional grunt. I've lost logic, cohesion, communicative abilities. I just make noise.

It was so much easier to write this time last year when I was in love, so much more in love than I've ever been. (For those in our studio audience, I'll remind you that it did not materialize. This was an absent unrequited love). But at least I was functioning, present.

I want escape plans.