Well, I finally decided that there's no point in being shy. The biggest part of that is realizing that you really have nothing to lose, except, of course, that little bit of excitement. So the first time was a failure. Not interested. A recluse in a way.

Mainly, it's that I'm starving for conversation, for someone, anyone, to understand the Madness. That's a little difficult, I suppose. And even if they're willing to try, as he said he was, they're a little weary when it comes to actually being able to understand. "Unqualified." It's all right, though. I understand. I wouldn't want to deal with it either.

Someone's blowing the snow all over the place right now outside my window. It's beautiful and reminds me of fairy dust. I admit, I still entertain the possibility that that entire magical world really does exist.

It distracts me from the loneliness.