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November 1, 2011
Something is shifting inside me.

The fury is gone, but a strange, irrational buzz has replaced it. There is white static in my brain, and if I listen hard enough, I swear I can hear voices. I can't handle silence, but music irritates my nerves and makes me want to smash pieces of glass into my ears. I want to control the world with a single word.

"Move," I will say, and it will sever its connection with the sun and find a new home among the stars.

There are too many eyes on the walls, watching and whispering.