April 18, 2002 :: 6:00 p.m.
I seem to have a sewing needle stuck in my ear
Jesus fucking christ. I'm so bored that gouging my eyes out with a hot fork sounds kind of appealing. I really need more friends. Thing is, I don't necessarily want more friends. I like my friends. It's just that I don't see them often, and with the exception of Amanda, if I want to see them I have to drive quite a lot. And you have no idea how much I loathe my car right now. I would rather walk barefoot through broken glass and rusty nails than drive anywhere at this point. DEATH TO DRIVING.
Argh. When I get this bored, I get very irritable and nasty. I'm liable to snap the head off of anyone who gets within 5 feet of me, so it's probably good that Mason is the only one here. He stays in his room and leaves me alone to wallow in the fetid pool of misery that is my social life. I'm tempted to raid the kitchen and just eat until I can't see straight anymore, but I won't, because in the end I'd only feel worse. I'd start to get all depressed about my lack of self-control and my horrible fatness, and I really don't need another reason to be in a bad mood right now.
Maybe I'll paint my bad mood like I painted my period. Maybe I'll stare at the ceiling until my brain hemorrhages and I pass into shadowy numbness of the underworld.
Mason won't shut the fuck up. What a novel occurrence. Someone please remove the sensory receptors that make me give a shit.
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