the fundamental question is,

is the world on fire, or is it me?

i really thought until today that we were already in july. everyone needs to catch the fuck up because i am apparently moving too fast for my own good. my head is full of run-on sentences that sometimes slip out of my mouth unwittingly. i am having problems with space and time and bumping into things, but mostly i don't care. i am full of giggles and fast words. and hot fiery irritation. and an incessant need to run.

and i am feverish with a need to consume. i want to light myself afire and burn on through.