And on and on I rummage through my vault of used up sayings. . . but really what's the point if we're just coasting on the surface?

The semester from hell is over. This week has been the most miserable and horrible week of my life. I don't drink and all I've wanted to do is get shitfaced. I dont wanna feel anything. Work is kind of the only thing really holding me together now that Tour is over. Finals suck ass. . .
I did not realize how many tears the human body can produce.

I passed my jury. I went in and did my monologues and then Brenda and Becky asked me how my semester went. And I broke down and cried because it was so hellacious.

I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm walking around like a zombie.

I'm scared.

I'm going to Henry County tomorrow. I hate having to pretend like nothing's wrong. . . like I'm really ok, when I'm not. I hate having to lie to my mom so she won't be on my case about this whole thing. I hate not being understood.

I thank God that I got what I wanted. . . I just wish it would have lasted a little bit longer than it did.

If you're reading this please keep me in your prayers.