the rug has been pulled from under my feet. the whole world is spinning. cant seem to put my finger on anything.

now i just need to find my bearings.

this is so addictive. hangover is the word.

i am tired of looking at the spectacles and finding out that nothing is what they seem. i NEED my bearings.

why is it that when you look for something you never find it, but when you do not look for it, it suddenly appears? things never happen the way you want them to, do they? is that why it hurts?