I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a beast.

In the car yesterday as my mother spoke to me I set my head against the headrest. The car seemed unusually vibratory, although it probably wasn't any more-so than it always is. After about fifteen seconds of a fixed view of the left side mirror my vision began to shake. Like a horror movie. When everything starts disappearing. Luckily this wasn't the reality, but the unexpected sensation was enough for me to lose my mind for a second and a half. Almost literally. 
I found a notebook in the basement of my school some time last week, and I read occasionally scribbled entries written by a girl who, from what I've gathered: hates herself, can't understand why her boyfriend is still with her, and is also really in love with a woman. Halfway through reading it I realized / figured out whose it was, which made me feel a tad guilty, because I didn't stop reading. And I didn't want to.