Two of my old friends have decided to show up and take over my life again. I haven't seen them in years. I call them Panic Attack and Tension Headache. You couldn't ask for better friends!

Tomorrow morning will be the end of me. Tomorrow morning I make one of the biggest decisions of my life. Will I or won't I drop out of school? Right now I can't answer that. I'm sure my old friends will have something to say about it and unless I can quiet them enough to listen to my real brain, I'm looking at a wonderful life in retail for the rest of my life. How fitting. The fuck up that I am strikes again. I can't wait to tell my parents. Oh the things I should tell people...

...And now I want to die.

Forcing myself to wake up everyday. Reminding myself to eat. Forcing myself to smile. Hiding behind drugs and alcohol. Hiding in a movie or video game. Hiding from everything. That's what I have been doing. Notice that reading, writing and going to class isn't on that list.

So let's see... I woke up. I ate. I forced a smile or two. Hmmm... Played video games and watched a movie... What am I missing? Oh yeah! See ya.