All is not well.

Help… I’m drowning in my thoughts.

I’m fucked, and the cracks began to show a while back.

I’m in self-destruct mode, and nothing can be undone.

I’ve arranged a play-rape scene with someone I just met. I hope this isn’t part of self-destruction. It’s only play, after all. If I wanted it though, Where would the rape be in that? I hate role-play.

I haven’t been to uni since the beginning of the term. I’ve already failed. For the 4th time. Yeah… I know. Nobody else does though. Everyone thinks I’m still going. I am the Master of Disguise! A student of Life, and no other!

I think I tie my self-worth to uni, which is funny because it’s the one thing I don’t seem to be able to do. One day when I finish, I wonder if I feel more valuable.