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Judging by the condition of my room, myself, and the rest of the apartment - which are all fucking demolished - I've finally hit bottom. I vaguely remember tearing my room apart last night, and that I thought Converge was soothing music to fall asleep to.
There's nowhere to go from here but up. I have an article to write today and a job to start tomorrow. I call ISU alumni and ask them for money - just hope I can stand myself long enough to stick it through the rest of summer.
There's nowhere to go from here but up. I have an article to write today and a job to start tomorrow. I call ISU alumni and ask them for money - just hope I can stand myself long enough to stick it through the rest of summer.