The Facade, The Persona.

I am at least 10 times more neurotic than most of you know.

I hope that nobody reads this who will be directly affected by learning of my

neurotic tendencies, but then I have no idea what kind of person that would be.

Oh look, and now it's raining. Isn't that just perfect? I mean, I have spent all day reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (which, by the way basically goes 'Aren't mountains great? Cor, they're bloody great. And storms - OH! Whoops, just brought a mangled corpse to life... But look at those mountains!) and now I'm sat blogging the random thoughts that have come into my mind after stewing with Romantic literature for a few hours. It's raining. There must be some connection between these two factors, but I can't be bothered to find it, so overwhelming has my apathy become.

I went to London, it was very good. It was great. But it was also awful because I'm not always there, I can't always be there, and if I was, I might hate it.

-My moods tend to roll in cycles, of extreme contentment, perhaps even joy, to the basement of boredom and disillusionment. At the moment, I'm in a trough. Maybe it's the weather; maybe it's the absence of a purpose, other than to read and sleep, but I hope soon to be back at a peak, on a crest, looking down from an apex.

Although, from the apex, you never look down into the abyss; while from the abysmal, you constantly dream of the apex. And so am I doomed to live half in blissful forgetfulness, and half in a bored, dream-filled void.

Here's to the coming peaks... No, that's a lie. Here's to the depths of nothingness.

Sq.