Play Crack The Sky.

I am so goddam sick of all of this. This isn't my fucking job anymore. It shouldn't have been in the first place. I've turned my cell-phone off, and blocked everyone online except for Eric and Kim. Along with them, Nate knows where I live, they can get ahold of me in normal fucking means. I'm sick of phone call after phone call after instant message after email after text message after phone call. JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.


That being said, maybe I didn't make a mistake last night. She didn't seem nearly as upset as I'd feared. I know I told her what I thought my reasonings for thinking the way I am are, but I believe these feelings to be completely and totally true. Maybe she's right though. 'In time, everything will be sorted out, even if it's not soon enough for any of us.'

I'm just so sick of all of this. If only things could work out like I see them in my head; it would be bliss.