I'm back, but for how long?

I'm just about to copy stuff out of my English and geology spirals. I do all of my blogging during class. I'm not sure what to put anywhere anymore.

"Is, it's hard, confusing, to be so incredibly up and then so incredibly down. Sometimes it hurts, when it happens, but it always hurts then. I was looking at myself in the mirror the other, yesterday, and it was hard to look away or move. I felt like I was falling out of my body and though I could see the drain I'm pretty sure that's where I was heading. I don't know how I came back together after that, but I did. The story triggered it, then I saw the pictures and it became worse because it didn't didn't seem like me and yet it was me, which hurt more. But I need to redeem myself for that paper so face up andrew because you've overcome worse. Just go and you will be OK. It took a geology lecture for me to realize that I'm alright so...thanks."

Those commas are more important than anything else in there, I think.

"I saw a guy who I haven't seen in a while - we don't know eachother and while it's not for me to saw how far he has fallen I can't help but think he has changed. Or maybe I changed. That possibility has been pretty common of late, more likely it has always been that way.

I can't help but think we all know only what we know, I hate that idea but how could it be anything else?"

Here's an old poem I found on my computer:

Shivering in the dark,
Watching the tips of cigarettes
Sway back and forth in the night
Like beady eyes of some
Cancerous predator.
I follow them like a moth,
High,
On some sordid promise of friendship.

Waiting in the cold,
Longing for an offer from these strangers
That are queer like the shadows
Cast from the street light.
Members of a vaporous cult
I envied from afar.
Cast away,
As they knew me better
than I, myself.

I don't remember when I wrote that.