It's been a while since I have written anything worth reading. I've been creatively drained and generally, too happy. I miss the throbbing. It gave me reason, purpose and some motivation. I would like to throw my heart on the ground and see a crowd march through it, but I'm afraid they'd all slip and break their legs.

If only someone would give me a name for this. A name, a case, a medical term, anything, really. I am tired of trying to figure out what is wrong with me. Right now I am willing to do anything to feel everything. However, I will not be another link in your chain of collectibles.

P.s. There are too many "I" 's in this post. Does that mean I'm selfish or just childish?

Pp.s. I cooked my first meal today. Nobody choked.