Now, just because I've done all this stuff doesn't mean I'm happy. Far motherfucking from it. I cried myself to sleep a couple nights ago, and cried during the Boarman meeting today, and feel generally rotten all the time, and don't have much use to go outside my room anymore besides for classes. Of course, I assume this is a much better situation than having spent a couple weeks in intensive care, and now being stuck in rehabilitation. The situation here is that I broke up with Maggie [like a stupid asshole - ed.], and then, because of a number of different elements of shit life had been throwing at her, both recently and chronically, she tried to kill herself at night. I got an SLI to check on her, and they got her away in an ambulance, and the torturous fucking rest is history.