Damn, I'm really depressed, and I don't even know why. It's not even "that time of the month" or anything.

I just got back from the Warehouse and had a good time, I guess. I just feel so lonely, and I don't even know why because I have a lot of great friends. I'm just so needy and crave people so completely, and I feel like they never need me as much as I need them. Why am I this way? I just felt kind of detached from everything tonight. Liz and Jen had each other...they have a really affectionate, beautiful relationship. And then my friend Jessica met this girl whom she's probably going to end up dating. And Angelina has this intense connection with dancing that I don't really have, so that kind of makes me sad. I do get it through writing, though. I did get to see John tonight, whom I've not seen in ages, and that was nice. I attacked him and sexually harassed him...I think I was having John withdrawal. He has good hair. I wish he wouldn't hate himself so much...like I should talk.

Okay, my pity party is over. I'm going to go slit my wrists now. Actually, I was going to eat tons of food, but all we have is healthy crap and crap with meat in it, so I'm screwed. Maybe I'll get into the liquor cabinet...um...or maybe not. That stuff's from like 1978.

Goodnight.

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