I don’t know what’s up with me these past few days. I don’t want to ride the bus. I don’t want to leave the house. I don’t want to stay inside, either. There are a zillion spiders trying to break in here. It’s dark. It’s cloudy. I itch. Every night I’ve been here I’ve had a nightmare. I just want to curl up in a little ball and die there.

This feeling is obnoxious and I hope it goes away soon.