After a few horrendous weeks of feeling down, I've started to pick things up again and now I actually feel normal, though my view of being "normal" might still be considered inappropriate or weird by others.

To me, self-indulgence can only be described as a appropriate method of understanding who I am. Whether others might think it being snobbish, anti-social or "emo" seems highly irrelevant if your faced with the situation of not knowing who you are.

To understand the meanings of all that I am surrounded by and how they correlate to one another, I feel that the answers lie within the subconscious or even another "plane of existence".

That's where I feel, I can find all the answers I seek. Delving deep into my dreams might be perhaps dangerous or even unwise, since what I might discover could completely shatter me, yet I feel there is no other way.

Perhaps all that will change. For now, a nice cup of tea seems to be in order.