isolation is the best way to make sure thomas's other sides don't get affected. they don't need to be more anxious than they might be.
i shun prince away, and i'm glad he just goes...little question asked. i'll come out when i feel my usual, less nervous than i am now self.

i wonder how logic and morality are getting on with this. they're probably cursing me under their breath, well, logic probably is. we all know patton and roman can't do a thing quietly.
i look at the wall opposite me, it's bare, empty...kinda like me sometimes.
i look down, pulling the hood to try and block out anything and everything around me. but...the less i see, the less i know about my surroundings and what could be going on. i quickly pull my hood down and look around with caution.

nothing.

the walls are pale. they're empty, i want them covered, i don't want to see that space. but too much is too...much.
it's such a confusing mixture.
i want to just be normal and see the world how everyone else does. no one stares at a wall and thinks, "i wish that had nothing but everything on it". no one does that.

i lean back against the wall not that far from me, knees up and listening to the nothingness.
no sound.
no music.
no...anything.

i shiver. the i need something to stimulate me. this nothing is too much. i need anything to distract me from thinking. thinking. thinking too much or thinking too little. i need a distraction. thinking too much or, i just said that, god.
where is anything.
where is a diversion.
where is a chance at normality.