| 2002-03-13 - 12:45 p.m.
Whine without cheese
I am weak. I know that's what it is. I'm just not as mentally strong as everyone else. That is why I want to kill people right now. That is why one more goddamn thing to "take care of" in my inbox is making me homicidal. Because I am emotionally weak. Fund drive starts on Friday. I have no idea how I am going to live through it. Seriously. I think I will implode. Freak out. Climb on top of the building with a rifle. Ram someone with my car. I have so much unfocused anger right now. I have no more reserves left. (Colz looks at calendar and says "hmmmm.....PMS) I have no money. My house is a pit. My desk is a pit. My parents are generously throwing me a gorgeous wedding, and all I can think is that I'm such an irresponsible loser that I don't deserve their generosity. I want a new job. But what can I do? The age old combination connundrum/whine. Well. At least the sun is shining and it's warm out.
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