I've spent the last 4 or 5 weeks exhausting myself trying to figure out what's been the matter with others, that I've forgotten about myself. Now I'm in this crazily awkward situation where I have to rely on the last person I want to deal with for things. Only the last person because we're not even on good terms. Why are we not on good terms, you ask? Beats me. Haven't known anything concrete, and probably never will. Just a bit of advice to anyone wasting their life reading this entry: never cry over spilled milk... that glass wasn't meant for you to have.
I'm still optimistic about the future. Never jaded. Time to handle my business though.