Wow.
Remind me again, how many years until graduation?
She's really starting to freak me out now. I mean, maybe before this I could handle the imaginary friend talk and the all around creepyness, but this is pushing it a little bit too far. The X? What is she even talking about? First she says it "won't be so forthcoming" then that it "spit me out too."
This is getting to be on the brink of unbearable. What made me think that I could just go through four years of schooling just to be able to live in the outside world again? What made me so confident as to believe I could do it without these problems?
... I'm desperate for some aspirin. I finished off yet another bottle earlier today. It still doesn't stop the pounding.