23/06/26

I'm covered in bruises. Some self inflicted others from getting thrown around. Leary managed to punch me in the eye while I was on it's back. Impressive isn't it?

I'm going to have to go to this stupid ceremony with a gigantic fucking bruise covering half my face limping up to the stage because I twisted my ankle in a hole. I feel more useless than ever, and there is nothing I can currently do about it.

My facade is slipping more and I hate it, more and more people have been noticing how ill I'm getting and I've never been more afraid. I bought some new sleeping pills and some vitamins so people will notice less. I hope anyways, last thing I need right now is a bunch of "recover 4 me" inspiration p0rn. 

Tomorrow is commencement, and then after that the rest of my life, I guess.