I just got done shifting furniture around in my room, alone; just to present myself w an orbit of satisfaction so that I don't feel so rotten &useless. Its a familiar natural condition for me to challenge myself &get my ass going when I'm consciously falling into a paranoia. Its some sort of self-immunity to stray away from capitulating into a self-acknowledged depression. I think I'm getting a good grip on that, besides expressing bits of my life story on heavily shattered versions in blogger. Most of th time idk who's listening. I'd like to believe i dont care though.