My last entry probably shouldn't have been written.
I need to disappear. From "them." I thought I was okay today, but I was just blocking everything out, looking at a blank screen.
At night the screen is static with flickers of suggestions. These reminders turn into replies and "message sent" and repetitive rhetorical questions.
I should just fall asleep before ten. For the sake of everyone.
And just for the hell of it, here is another quote:
"I love my friends. They are my backbone. Greg Wilcox is on the cover of City Weekly." -Orem Meg