I'm so sick of being angry. I'm overwhelmed with the desire to beat someone to death with my fists. I want to break something. I want to just fucking go to bed and stay there forever.

I have to get up at 11 tomorrow to fucking walk to Wal-Mart for my third interview at 1:15. That's like a 3 mile walk, because I don't have anyone to give me a fucking ride.

I've been in such a bad mood lately, I just want to fucking drive a few nails into my skull.

Rachel's been giving me such a fucking attitude lately too, and that isn't helping. I swear she tries to piss me off sometimes. She's all irritated with me now because I won't go swimming at her ex boyfriend's house tonight. If she wants to go prance around in her fucking bikini that doesn't cover SHIT in front of her ex that still wants to fuck her, GO FUCKING DO IT. I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING BE THERE FOR IT JESUS CHRIST.

I'm sinking. Oh Captain, I am sinking.

I need to get the fuck out of here. There's nowhere to go. There's a skeleton behind every door I open. There's no salvation in Massachusetts and there's no shelter in Florida. Maybe I'll just enlist and go die in obscurity in some forsaken desert. This is utter shit. Complete, utter shit.

I'm always getting shit on. Always. Some drastic changes would be nice, though. Let's start with some new company..