I just realized I've been going to school for 17 years of my life. I don't think I can take much more. I'm being driven crazy by boredom and loneliness. I can't stand the idiots who live down the hall. I'm separated from everything I care about and love, except for what I've been able to hoard in my apartment. My circle of friends has diminished to what it was three years ago. I have NOTHING to stimulate my mind anymore. I think perhaps I ought to just call it quits and cease going to school. What point is there? I'll probably die if I go to grad school anyways, out of sheer and utter hatred for life.

In other news, even though it's still monday I figured I'd reprise those TMI Tuesday journals for the hell of it since I don't have anyone to talk to. Have fun and ask me anything you like.