kelsey is sad in the third person as well as the first and second.
so it's almost 10 on a saturday night and i'm home alone. and it's unbearably depressing. so maybe i'll go back to jillian's house even though jillian isn't there. my parents are there. i could be the cool kid that i am and go back and watch college basketball with my dad and play scrabble. orrr i could continue to sit here and be sad and lonely and miserable. which i am. i have a cold. every time i lie down, or sit down, or think about sitting down, i fall asleep. i feel like some sort of casualty. anyway. that's all. i'm going to go help myself now because it's evident that no one is going to do that for me. and it makes me mad (at myself) that i always think someone will help. maybe someday someone will. just not today. or even probably tomorrow. but eventually.