I keep writing. Keep deleting. I can't seem to make my thoughts stick in a coherent way. I'm all over the place tonight. It's like I'm trying to toss a fishing line into this stream of thoughts and trying to pull one out but the thought current keeps pulling it back... competing thoughts. They all want on the line.
Just writing... I might try using this for a journal if that's alright.

Can't sleep. I was tired... I think. More like lethargic. No sleep though. Got up and felt three feet tall. Like someone or something condensed me down but kept my mass the same. Dense like. At least the room looks normal. I think I've smoked way too many cigarettes in a short amount of time but I want another one.

I want to figure out whats up with the thought stream. The memories are not bad memories... not like flashbacks. They are mostly about people I knew years ago. Friend type people. They're just to broken up to make sense of... the memories I mean. Just when I get to following one of them and having that oh yeah I remember that moment the thing is gone again and a new one starts up.

I should probably go to bed. I deleted more. I can't seem to make this sticking with a thought thing work now... staring at the ceiling here I come...

-Mostly Veda typing this. I think. Dont hold me to that though-