I...

I want to go back to the Property, and I want to go there right now. Or, at the very least, that place in Presque Isle where I felt so serene and at peace. It isn't going to happen, but I want it too. Well, I could go to Presque Isle, but my feet would probably commit suicide if I walked there, around, and then back. Not to mention that it might not be the best idea in the world for me to be near anything that high by myself for the day. I had a not-so-great night. A really not so great night. Which I still can't figure out, and believe me, I've been trying. Even after I got a touch on the drunk side, I was trying to figure it out. Even after I got put into bed by Ashley for the... umm... that must've been the third time. Can't do, there is no way to figure it out. Because it doesn't make sense, at all. I could understand a hell of a lot easier if things didn't seem like they were on a double-standard. Which, they totally are, and I know it. Everyone knows it. I want nothing more than to just cry about it, but I can't. Because right now I don't feel sad, I don't feel anything. I feel numb again.

So... what did I do with that wall...