Poptarts

Yes, poptarts. I purchased some for the bargain price of $2. I had no idea that in Aus a box of them will set you back $15. What a joke.

In other news, I got my job. Now I work at my favorite store.
However, I haven't received the paperwork, so I cannot say it's official.

Should I be happy? I gave up the way it was, put in some effort.. to have it the way I wanted.
Yet here I am. Why am I so unhappy?

It's a feeling that normally engulfs my body and mind when I'm unaccompanied and left to my own thoughts.
It creeps up through my torso and seems to wedge itself right in the center of my chest.
I read a quote somewhere the other day that went a little like "In silence the heart raves. It utters words, Meaningless, that never had a meaning"
... My heart may be raving, but there are no words. Only an overwhelming aching.

Where did that warm fuzzy feeling of being slightly detached from reality go? When?

Not being able to get out of your own head.. is torturous.

So it seems that destruction is a continuous process, not one of finite duration.