I want to get out of here. This week has to be the week from Hell. Just about anything that could've gone wrong, has, and there are millions of things I could rant about over and over again. I'm sick of liars, I'm sick of being accused of things, ANYTHING. I'm sick of being judged immediately, I'm sick of no one talking to me anymore. I'm sick of messing up, I'm sick of Antony being home all the damn time bossing me around. I'm sick in the mind. I thought I exercized everything off. I did two miles between biking and jogging, and then another two miles just walking. But no, I'm still in my pissidom wrath. I dont even want to be around people in general. I just want to get away on my own. I sat at the bike path today and almost just jumped right down into the damn barannca to be in the shade where no one could walk by. But there were kids playing nearby and a girl and old man washing a car about 100 yards away that would've thought what I was doign was quite peculiar, or maybe they would've joined me. Whatever it was instead I went home. Just waking up every morning feels a chore. And if my tab button doesnt start working I'm going to piss someone off. I think the topic thats bothering me is love. Or perhaps the absence of it. I'm just crazy and disapointed in myself and stir crazy and I can't stand it anymore. I'll ride out the storm and see where we get from there. You've probably bored of me by now, I'll leave you to return to your happier lives. Thanks for listening :) *Linds