things need to be said. things need to be done. will people understand?
tell the storm how big your God is.
it's getting harder to be optimistic as each day passes. the concepts of being warm and loving are slowly becoming foreign to me. maybe reading twilight could help reinforce those concepts? but i doubt it because that's pure escapism.
i should listen to more classical music instead of my head-banging, scream-inducing, full-of-drumbeats-and-guitar-riffs music for a month.
off to figure out the nervous world of our nervous system and the complexities of loci.
