No psychoactive drugs in system for nearly five days now.

No diazepam; no alcohol; no etizolam; not even antidepressants.

Realisation of Social interconnectivity returning.

Malleable identity crisis.

Shaved my head.

Anxious appointment with student councillor, resulting in dangerous levels of optimism.

Tired.

Questioning the decision to educate myself in such a formless and unidentifiable subject as English literature. Especially its relationship with philosophical constructs.

I recognise that my precarious psychological state is a product of finding no meaning in life, because I see the symbols, the coordinates that I use to navigate my introspective life, are meaningless.

I am frightened by the fact that the more I learn, the more my life becomes uncertain.

Bowel functions optimum.