8:46 a.m. - May 22, 2003
Somehow I've forgotten that I don't want or need people. Things were much less complicated when it was just me and school, me and my books, me and my work. Simon & Garfunkel say it best.
Can feel it already; I'm retreating into that cold Jason, the one who doesn't give a fuck about anybody.
Not feeling sad or sorry for myself; it's more a matter of being tired of feeling frustrated and failing, the nota bene of doing it to myself.