08/19/2011

Everything I do is a waste of time.  I do not know what I could do that would not be a waste of time.  All comes undone.

I come undone.

I had a dream last night.  I remember the blood.

I was awake at 11:30, and 3:30, and 5:30, and in between.  I tried not to look.

I hate my job.  And my sister’s idiot boyfriend.

That’s all.