The Worst Day Since Yesterday
written @ 5:59 p.m. on September 12, 2002

The pit in my stomach is telling me that I've never fucked up more in my life.

The fact that I wasn't asked to read lines, and wasn't asked to stay long isn't helping it.

And no, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk to anyone right now, so leave me alone. I won't get online, and if I do don't IM me or try to talk to me. I'm in a bitchy mood, I'm depressed, and my self image has never been so low. Don't try to talk to me, it's for your own good.

I don't even want to talk to me right now.

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