lame.

haven't blipped in days and i'm missing my catharsis. i wish i wasn't so miserable when i try to do anything that involves anyone outside of my small group at school and i wish it wasn't so obvious how miserable most people here make me, how this whole place makes me. i'm staying at marie's house tonight since going home will cost more money than just staying five minutes down the road from work. frustrating week and i'm over exhausted to the point of tears. i think lame is the word.

pink liquid leaked out of the garbage bags and all over the floor. yucky.