So... Being sick really sucks.
It's like, sitting in a room full of kids that are talking, and everything is Dulled somehow.. Not quite muted, really.. More like... Like everything's softened.. The edges rounded out. I sat in a classroom today and felt totally detached from everything. As if I could have stood up and walked around and shouted and stamped my feet and no one would have noticed because in their perfect softened world then couldn't hear me. Idk. That probably sounds extremely strange... I guess I'm just writing whatever comes to mind tonight. My brain hurts..

On a different note, I've been thinking about how I'm totally comfortable posting little drabbles of what I write/poetry/etc on a site that I know that no one who is close to me can read it... But I'm not comfortable posting it here.. Or letting anyone else read what I write. Why is that? Any suggestions?