You're getting better.

My writing skills are slithering down the drain like vomit.

Maybe my physical apearance is improving. I'm not functioning.

It has taken me half an hour to write these few lines. Sometimes it's hard to write my own name on a piece of paper.

There are too many things to analyze and to focus on.

My priorities are disfigured like a dislocated wrist.

I just sleep.

People say sleep is good, but it isn't when it's all you do.