X:6 The Masquerade

I'm slowly losing my grip of reality, hurled headlong into a spiral af hatred, frustration and agonized desillusions. But then again, this is not news to me, and as an old friend, I welcome my headaches and ride them out like a film by Haneke - it ain't pretty but it'll have to do. I have a healthy absence of sharp objects in my apartment, and plan on keeping it that way.

Yeah.. something like that.. I don't feel particulary cheerful. Something has to happen, with me, VS, everything. I'll see what I cook up.

I wish I saw dead people.. that would be kickass..