I've holed up in my room. If nobody wants to give me the time of day, then I'll just pretend they don't fucking exist. Or something.
I haven't really bathed for days, my hair's a mess, and even Hayden is starting to dislike my constant breathing. It's really sad; things haven't quite been like this before. Heck, I don't even brush my hair before school or work.
It'd be fun to talk to someone.
I have to laugh, though... All of this is my fault.
Life has been lacking.