November 8th, 2001

zoot

So depressed...

That I don't even give a fuck what I write.

I feel like I'm going to cry again. I don't know if I can do this. School, I mean.

I think I'm going to go in and go straight to the guidance office. I can't handle it today.

I can't ever handle it.
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diner friends

Well...

I'm leaving.

*two or three people attach themselves to my legs screaming "Don't kill yourself!"*

No. That's not it.

I'm leaving the Internet for at least a week. Basically, I need to get away from everything. Next week is going to be all about work for me anyway, and there's absolutely no reason for me to be online.

Not much reason for me to live, either. But we won't get into that.

So this will be my last update for awhile. I'm going to shoot for a week, but if I find I can survive for longer then I will.

So, consider this my semi-formal announcement. I go. I might be back soon, I might not. On the off chance I'm not back at all... then... bye.

If you need to email me, I'm still at drworm@allofyourgodsaredead.com . You can still email me... I might check my email from time to time. Just don't expect a response.