this is the point where i’d see someone and i’d balance out. i no longer have that luxury, so i’m much more insane than usual. i’m also bitchy, irritable, short-tempered and miserable. it is not a good time for me. i can’t stop caring, but i’m scared that it’s more in the possessive sense than it should be. just another confusion to go in with the bundle.

i think i’ll go with my cure all of singing tomorrow. if i don’t, i’m really going to tear a strip off somebody. i’m supposed to be having a meeting tomorrow too. i better sing before it otherwise i might blow the deal.

i wish i knew what was happening right now. i certainly hope it’s close to what happened last time. why do i hate that fact so much? because it was half true and even more of a threat now despite the current circumstances of the other side. this is killing me.

oh god . . . it’s really over.