i don't know if this has just become the "boogah depression log", but here it is another sunday and as usual i'd rather be anywhere but where i am at this exact minute. too much drama. too much bullshit. someone getting hurt in the end for being a good guy, while someone else is snappy and being anal because that's just in his nature i guess. but it's all getting on my damn nerves...

i'm so glad i'm gonna be leaving soon. but i know that i'm doomed to just have my problems follow me wherever i go. just my luck really. maybe i'm a magnet for bad juju and drama. perhaps my subconsious takes comfort in wallowing in my own emotional filth.