Here I am again, awake after midnight with no chance of going to sleep.

Fuck.

I would write about what's been on my mind all day, but I don't quite know how to articulate it and I don't really want to show everyone how completely and utterly unbalanced I am.

Or maybe I'm just imagining it. Maybe I've created this because I believe I'm not entirely sane. Who the fuck knows? One minute I think one thing, the next, another. I don't even know my own opinion. It's truly frightening sometimes. My short story teacher said that we cannot prove that anything exists outside our own thoughts. I can't even prove that my thoughts are mine.

In the morning, I'm sure I'll look at this entry and think that, once again, I've blown things way out of proportion. It can't be that bad. There isn't really anything wrong with me. I don't know which part of myself to believe: nighttime or morning after?

Gods, I know this entry must make no sense at all. I'm sorry.