I do not
know what is going on with me right now. It has been a month, but it cannot go
on much longer, surely not. My skin is red, enflamed, peeling, boils. Sleep
does nothing for me. I awake at every hour during the night, covered in perspiration,
unable to move. I crumple on public transport and weep. I long to be alone and
then, by myself, I long to be in company. Worst of all, I am unable to express
myself, to put this turmoil into words! It is debilitating, for nothing makes
me feel less me than not being able to write.