I feel like Syd Barret today, and that's not the greatest feeling in the world. It's not the drugs, it's the people. Everyone is slowly driving me insane.
My mom is visiting and she is at her most negative state I have ever seen her in.
I don't know how I made it through adolescence thinking the glass is half full.
Maybe I'm an artist to escape.
She finds fault or a problem with everything.
My husband is not thrilled with his job. There is no love at the office. I can't blame him. He's as sensitive as I am.
I've been listening to Yann Tiersen. At least I have a nice French soundtrack to my breakdown.