Today's like such a terrible day. But the lab was quite interesting today. Got loads of work to be done, one of which was to clear out the gunk that Darren left behind yesterday. I found a few more little critters, which I happily brought home. Esther let me bring them home, and when I said I was going to bring it to Darren if he wants, she was like, "Aww…"
Sheesh. What did that mean?! Sounded so… never mind.
Went for recital, moody.
So I wrote a letter. Somehow having a pen and just writing anything I like calms me down much, I guess. But it didn't do much.
Someone's sick. But he doesn't seem to be receptive.
People are so screwy sometimes.
Insensitivity.
Sometimes I need to think of my own happiness? But when?
Unfair.
Damn. Freaking. Unfair.
Suffer so much for nothing. Not even an ounce of care. Can't even be at least friendly for 3 more months.
Is it better to be born alone, or to have people around you that leave you alone?