Today is so dismal. It's just a crappy day. It was cold.
I was once again finding myself reading Prozac Nation and finsing myself ralted on a smaller scale. Where Elizabeth Wurtzel finds no way to her knowledge to defeat her depression, It's the same thing I feel about not fitting in here.
Something Emily said really hit me last night. I was googling over It just made me well mad for one, and once again having this hopeless feeling that it's me. That I have turned into this person that no one can relate to. Nobody wants to be caught talking to me because I'm a freak. All this living, everyting I've worked so hard for, and it's all amounted to me being freaky and alone.