Monday, Dec. 30, 2002 | 4:17 p.m.

[i am crying for me, too.]

you thought those words that were indirectly directed at me would make it all better, but they didn't.

walking/limping/draggingmyself around the block only made me mad at you. it's not hard to feel this way when you are so far gone.

congratulations. you succeeded at making yet another potentially good day suck.