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[numberoneblind]

deeeeefinitely not a good day. won't go into the details because it seems too teen-angsty, I will say that the half-hour I spent calmly and vividly picturing shooting myself in the head was rather interesting. other things are things I don't want to talk about, which I got the feeling no one noticed anyway... which surprises me a little, but still.


anyway.


after rehearsal me, Tim, Amy, and Sara T went to Dale's Donuts and got packzi, and then had a big hug-orgy (horgy!) in the parking lot, much to the confusion/amusement of the employees. that was fun, happy, whatever.


came home, got depressed again.


I have a motherfucking stupid project to do for Psych where I have to make, like, some collage shit thing with 10 goals I have. I don't have goals. Well, no. I have one. Be happy, somehow. I don't get more specific than that, because I fuck everything up and otherwise I'm just begging to be disappointed. and I don't like lying. so this is going to SUCK.


I don't know. could've written more earlier, but I figured I'd spare you all the angst that would have been involved.