Apr 15, 2006 17:26
dear internet journal,
i have only you to talk to, today. i don't want to talk to anybody else.
i have nothing to look forward to. nothing to be happy about. no....really. nothing. i've screwed everything up. everything preventable i didn't prevent.
all i can do is lay in bed and stare. it's fine that i'm being dramatic, i have no other way to deal with this stuff.
-mollie.
back to square one, no idea what the hell to do next year.