2004-12-02 - 10:51 p.m.

So, it's Thursday night, and I'm sitting here in front of the computer, typing up a diary entry. Yes, that's right. It's a THURSDAY NIGHT, and I'm NOT AT MOCK TRIAL. Well, you see, that's because I was NOT chosen to go to Yale, so here I sit, like a big fucking loser. How much bullshit is that?
And as I was showering this evening, I came to the realization, that I'm paying $23,000 a year, and I have to shower in a stall in public, and shit in public stalls, and live with people I hate. I'm at a place I can't stand, with people I hate, taking classes for a major that's going for a job that I don't fucking want at a university that goes against everything I'm about. What the fuck?
What was I smoking when I picked this place out? Why am I here? In a place that sucks so bad, I'm just one more little black rain cloud waiting to start my own private storm.
Thinking - "Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold...From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will cover just your head as you wail and cry and scream!"

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