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April 29, 2003

You Said What Now?

I've started talking to myself, and it's starting to freak me out. No, really. I don't know whether or not this is pending insanity, nervousness, stress, or just plain guilt, but I can't stop mouthing words to myself. I guess hearing my own voice aloud is somehow supposed to make me feel better, but I'm not sure how my subconscious mind figured that one out.

I'm still feeling horrible--Sunday won't go away, and I don't think that I'm going to stop hearing all those words for a good, long while. I don't want to stay here, and I sure as heck can't go home, so now there's no place for me to go, and no one to talk to at all. I really screwed this whole thing up for everybody, and I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am about it. It figures: Just when I start feeling really alone, something like this happens and blows everything to pieces.

Why am I so melodramatic? I'd love for someone to tell me that.

posted at 9:21 a.m.