Hollow
I'm lonely and miserable. Utterly. And I dread the future-- I dread going to work, I dread receiving my probably incorrect and overdue paycheck, I dread having to schmooze and be awkward wit Potomac snobs tomorrow night, and I dread moving in to my nice new apartment- the place where I'll surely be spending many months of despairing solitude. I dread Richmond. Sticky, hot fucking Richmond. That shithole. Those idiots who don't know where Prague is. I don't want to go back, but I don't want to stay here. I don't know where I want to go. I don't know what to do. I hate my life, and I hate myself for driving away my few friends. They're clearly sick of me. I'm sorry.