Well, I'm home. Which is good. There seems to be something about home that shooes away that big seeping depression that follows me around at school. Perhaps it's a kind of homesickness, but I don't miss home at all, moreover, I enjoy going home because all of my monsters have to wait at the door for me. I still feel all of those problems, the big looming impending crash in my delicate little world, in the back of my sind, but they just stay that, in the back of my mind.
I'm reading this book, and the writer is discussing how writers and readers read/write to fight off their loneliness. Which makes sense. When you're writing, you're interacting with the character you'r reading about or creating in a story. So iot makes me feel a little less strange, knowing that most of the writers I know go through the same thing, but it still sucks to feel so isolated.