I live in a whirled state of confusion. It is easier to just make myself a shell, enjoy the strongest surges of feeling, and just block out all the small swells than to try to handle everything. There is no real way to make everyone happy. No universal compromise. My joy comes from both solitude and friends. Things make me angry that should not. It is all very strange. I just cannot wait for school to start so that things get some semblance of normality.