All day, staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall. All night, hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep, because tomorrow might be good for something. Hold on; I'm feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown. I don't know why. I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell. I know, right now you can't tell, but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired; I know, right now you don't care, but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be.
