I'm losing my sanity and temper... mostly my temper. And there's no surprise there. I'm stressed. I look at my hands I want to stab them, although they're already full of accidental cuts. These hands can do nothing right, can do no right. I mean, what have I done with my life so far? Study. That's it. All of my life I have only been studying. I'm horrified by that thought. There are fewers years for me to live, fewer years to exist. I'm afraid of few things and number one would be death. So there, I admit that I'm afraid to death and I have been for nearly two years.



I can't work with T. T upsets me. A lot. But the good news is that I might go to the movies on Saturday with a bunch of peeps from my crew. We'll see where this is going.

@настроение: Variations on uniformity.