I know it's not true but so much of the time I feel like I can't remember the last time I was actually happy.

I really, really, really wanted to go to Richmond this weekend, but I foolishly agreed to take over someone else's shift in an emergency then couldn't get out of it. It's my own falt. That doesn't keep me from being upset.

I don't want to be here anymore.

I look at the webpages that make me feel worst in the world and I want to throw up from the sheer aloneness.

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