Jesus
Shit Culp. You had to go write something stupid. Now Danielle thinks it was me. Seriously, it wasn't. I have stopped doing that kind of stuff. Now I just keep thinking about how much she must hate me. Fuck. I wanted to be her friend at least. Because that way I could still talk to her. She was my confidant, and I'd like that back, but now someone else's (not even mine for once) may have ruined that again. She probably will never talk to me again. I want more than anything to take my Halloween costume and drive down to the gaslamp district this weekend and show the Mad Hatter how much fun I can be, why it is worth it for her to return to me, but since she said no, this Cheshire Cool Cat is going to be on the road. I gotta stop coming to these truck stops with internet connection . . . but they're everywhere. I'm just so damn lonely, I feel like I am talking to a lot of people when I write these things. I just hope people read them in order to get the full experience . . . a few more days and the slip into madness may start. Then it may get interesting . . .