11/19/02

I quit. I motherFUCKING QUIT.

I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this. I keep thinking that maybe one day I’ll come in here and write something HAPPY…but…wait. That would require a moment of…happiness. Oh well.

I have everything I need. But what’s the good in having everything if nothing means anything anymore? All of my teachers are fucking worried about me. Today my advisor asked me to come meet with her, and when I did it turned out she just wanted to ask me if I was alright, because I “looked really thin”. Oh. Sorry. No, I’m fine. I’m fucking fine.

I have to go do homework now. HOMEWORK. It all seems so fucking trivial…