Mad World

That song has been running through my head since this morning. It's still there. Weirdly Donnie Darko.

Just one of those days where, though everything seems fairly normal, things seem slightly skewed (to the left, I think). I found myself staring at everything oddly, had conversations that seemed like they were overheard and have generally felt uneasy all day. Sort of a combination of that strange clarity that comes from depression (but without the horrible urge to off myself or stay in bed cuddling a box of tissues), and a general sense of being removed from everything.

It's like the world has changed in a strangely intangible way... and no one else has noticed. Which means, of course, that it's me who's changed.

Why? Beats the hell outta me.
Am hoping it's for the better, but one can never be too sure about these things.