"I’ll never escape. It drives me mad. I must must must do something. I feel as if I’m at the earth’s heart. I’ve got the whole weight of the whole earth pressing in on this little box. It grows smaller smaller smaller. I can feel it contracting.
I want to scream sometimes. Till my voice is raw. To death.
I can’t write it. There aren’t the words.
I’ve been like that all day. A kind of endless panic in slow motion."
Plans are made and such concerning services for my Grandpa, they’re not until the 11th of October, but as we all know too well when it rains it pours, I’ve got a bad tooth situation I need to get taken care of, so hopefully once that’s done I’ll come around a bit on Thursday and stuff.