3:00 p.m. - 11.13.2002
Useless
At times, I suspend myself. I just shut down. Stop saying things. Just let the thoughts in my head just run through.
I wonder if they would care if I just left?
And I have no real reason to be depressed or sullen. But I know that's certainly what I was acting like.
The drive home. I was pissed. I don't know why. Perhaps because I felt useless.
Yeah. Maybe that's it. I feel useless.
I sat there. Useless.
Maybe I'll change my name to that. Useless.
My friend Amy has a cat named Useless. And I wouldn't want to steal Useless's thunder or anything.
So, I guess I'll stick with Erica.
