I’m becoming nothing! NOTHING! I’m turning into nothing at all! I’m turning into a machine that makes out and studies and doesn’t sleep or write or write down her dreams and does everything for some hazy standard or for someone else. And when I get any time alone, how is it spent? Glazing my eyes at some random, idiotic pages on the Internet. The Internet, for Chrissakes. I don’t love anything anymore except my boyfriend. Oh, sure, I pretend to love my friends and family and sailing and to love books and music and to read soooo much and listen to sooo much music but it’s a lie. I’m absolutely nothing and I’ve been becoming so for months and months and I’m pretending I’m depressed or have ADD and I don’t I’m just nothing, isn’t that a common problem?
