Not much news. Went off my brain meds about three weeks ago. The consequences are really kicking in lately, and I can't stand it. I wish I had my own insurance.

Can't write lately. Can't think. It's all this painful haze... that I ignore with a fake smile and a hollow laugh.

I can't keep up the hollow laughing. Because I can hear me laughing at myself inside again, and that scares me. And hurts.

Damn the poet. I need to get her out of me. I have to get her out of me.