24 April 2002 ~ Failure...

People should not cry to Neil Diamond songs.

Not ever.

Also, people should not have the stupid DMV woman announce to a crowded room that you failed your written test and can try again some other time.

Also, people should not have FINALLY gotten up the courage to ask somebody out for dinner or something, only to find out that the object of your crush probably has a girlfriend, and that you KNOW her, and that you're pretty sure she doesn't particularly like you.

I'm very lonely, and I'm feeling very, very low. And there's nobody here I can talk to, except Louise, who is busy.

I want very much to go home. But I don't have one.

Yesterday was so good, too. Other than, you know, the crazy stalking-fucker. Two more emails from that bastard today. I didn't open them. I sent them to the "Asshole" bin without looking at them. Go to hell, stupid asshole.

I can't believe I'm too stupid to pass a fucking driving test. I actually STUDIED, too. I actually read the entire fucking Driver's Manual from cover to cover. I READ it. I KNOW how to drive. And I couldn't pass the fucking WRITTEN test?

Why can't I be dead for the rest of the week and wake up next Monday feeling better about everything?

People should not cry over Neil Diamond songs.

~Helena*