I know I just posted

[grphx]

but I just went to get ready for bed, and I had so many depressing sad thoughts. That 166mph really fucked me up. I almost want to call in tomorrow, I seriously doubt I'll get to sleep tonight. To think, at least I have the option to call in. I can't call in if I'm dead. Everything I touch sparks depressing thoughts. Not "Oh woe is me, I am so lonley, I suck at everything." I just think of things.

I truely value life so much now. Maybe the 166mph run did me good.