Hello Dairy... we meet again.

I figure i should pick up this old journal and start filling the pages. I just feel myself sinking again. Into that pit. You know the one. The pit where you are consumed by depths of hell created by your own mind. Well at least i hope you are familiar with that feeling or place. I don't wanna be the only experiencing it. I guess this is the part where im suppose to go around mara looking for a good therapist. I can't bring myself to get a therapist. Halfway because i feel like if i convince myself i am fine i will be fine. And the other half because i don't really wanna be on paper as a crazy person. Mara is small place. I know all these folk talk. I feel as though there is a conspiracy here. I can't really put my finger on it. I don't feel as im a threat to it either. Yet.... Living in Dukka Caves has brought this conspiracy thing to my attention. I've lived all throughout mara. In the hills when i dated that freaking loser. In vortex park when i went through that skater phase, gosh i was such a poser. No wonder i got problems. I still have a small treehouse in Foxfire forest. Morganic my little gold fish is holding down the fort. My mom lives on Minipet island so i am always over there. Anyways the point is out of everywhere i have lived i have never seen so many public figures in one place. I mean I see Thomas the guy who thinks he is Satan himself nearly every day. I see all the fairies regularly. I know people will write it off as they are just exchanging currency but it is far deeper than that. Even though i have no supporting evidence of that. Thomas really sticks out to me though. You know who he is buddy buddy with? You'll never believe it if i tell you. I need to go feed the pets. Plus i don't even think its healthy to entertain my brain at this point. I'll pick back up later. Or maybe my journal will rot in this cave with my existence. Laterrrr.