


I have a whole barrage of depressive posts and half-thoughts but I shall not bother anyone with them. Yet. But by the way I got B+ for my Political Science draft.
SMS to Diana (whom I haven't seen in ages, but is living it up with her best friend at SMU law):
It's like every day I kill time waiting for something, anything. And I hate that, because time is running out. We're growing up and I'm not looking forward to the future at all.
"And I guess I'm kind of lonely."
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