I read the last act of Othello and listened to Conor Oberst sing about Lime Trees at four in the morning. Fuck, isn't that ironic. He is in such a bad place right now, and I am so scared for him. There is nothing I can do except for be there for him! Too bad I consistently seem to suck at that. My father is apparently coming to Maryland, Wednesday. Fucking A. What a hassle. I bonded with Alex Hayden in the PG County emergency room, four hours of nothing to do but sit and talk to each other. It was awkward, in a funny way. All the time we've spent together, and we hardly knew each other. We are actually very similar. I am so damn lost this morning. Skipping classes messes me up. Throws me off. I am hungry but can't eat, tired but can't sleep, worried but can't call him. The one thing I am capable of doing is laundry. Ok. Go.