May 24, 2005 21:35
some days i just don't want to do this anymore.
i don't understand how something seemingly so simple cause cause utmost frustration, anxiety, and feelings of worthlessness.
i want to run away.
i can see myself running a hotel in panama.
why not.
right now it's anywhere but here, doing this.
the last thing i want to do is go home in 2 weeks.
but the second to last thing i want to do is come back in 13.
i'm stepping on pins.
literally.