Only two more days. Only two more days. Only two more days.

And I won't have to worry about it ever again.
For a while, anyway.

I am so very sorry. To everyone. For everything. It isn't enough that I have to ruin things for myself. I can't even help others be happier.

What the fuck now?

Fucking shit.

I have a new layout and userpic now. I <3 homemade images.

I'm trying to relaaaaax. After being depressed as hell with Courtney at the cafe, I need to. I'm glad I went though. There's nothing better than spending time with your friends.

Tomorrow we're off to Ann Arbor for Christmas shopping. Oh joy!

So I am definitely MLSGDFLSDKJROIGSDLFKLKAJSDF.

And I completely XZNVCKUARIOUFSDGJKLHAKJF.

And now I'm really YLDKGJZXCVMBADFJKHLIUEA.

And I'm really frustrated because I can't tell a goddamn soul.

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Let's see you do the show without me now.

You see Mitch, it's very simple. I respect you. Really, I do. You put a lot of work into the show and I completely respect you for that. But you don't respect me. Not one bit. You don't respect anyone that works under you.

Let this be a lesson for you.

You won't even see me anymore.

Opening Night. It wasn't terrible. Well it was, but I didn't really mind all that much. Could have been a whole lot worse. And I got to snow on the actors. That's always fun.

Today, today...Fuck. I haven't really been thinking all that much, just finding distractions for myself. If I thought about it more I'd feel a whole lot worse.

I do not believe I'll be able to finish my British History paper tonight. Ironic then, that it should make me finished.

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