I still don't care who sees this.

[not_a_consumer]

So it's not friends only anymore.
I don't know how I'm supposed to live like this.

I'm not killing myself, though.

I tell this to everyone at the hospital, and suddenly I'm swarmed with the kind of people I used to meet when I'd go to support groups. I don't want that, either. I think I need to just escape that place, but I don't want to go back to Project Mayhem.

I think Marla hates me. Or she's bored of me. She met someone else with a multiple personality, and now I'm not interesting enough, or something.

I could keep complaining, but I'll stop there.