>I had coffee with one of my friends at Dewey’s. I still hate mochaccinos, and I still don’t understand why I got it iced in this increasingly gross winter weather, but I had a good time talking. Its really hard for me to use logic and my counselling skills on myself, and battle my own emotions seeking to tear my mind apart. I feel like the latent content will eventually burst forth, and my manifest sham will be revealed.

Scary.