Diary of The Yellow Wallpaper Watcher

This is a diary, first and foremost. Just a place for a crazed woman's meandering mind to rub its last three brain cells together to try to form an incoherent flow of consciousness. I will probably change names. I will probably change the names of places. However, I will try to keep these changes at least consistent in and of themselves (i.e. Buffalo, NY, would be redacted and replaced with Jones Town, and then from there onward always be referred to as Jones Town in subsequent misadventures). Poetry, prose, freeform, maybe even a drawing or two, who's to say what I can't shove in this crimson colored yarn web I weave. It might end up pretty, you never knowwwwwwww~~~ ...AT ANY RATE, as long as I have a platform to yell it off of, I will continue to make everyone else have to deal with the fact that I'm allowed to do so. I hope you enjoy, or at least follow, what I have to say unto this blank canvas of a "book". Sorry if I misadvertised any things, the tags and demographic info is stricter than one would think. So, where to start? The beginning? That's vague. The beginning of what? Life? Being stranded? Adulthood? Troubles? Descent? My path into madness? Then..recent events? Context is drained without proper backstory! Be difficult, you're the one that was asking. Pick one, i***t. I'll start..I suppose I'll start where I always do. Feelings. I FEEL like I should start..on whichever train of thought next passes through!