Maybe I just have a self-destructive streak.

I dunno.

I need a new life.

This is why I'm thinking about transferring next fall.

I love the people here, but there isn't anybody within four hours who I can trust with absolutely everything, who I know, no matter what, I can go to for a hug.

And, see, I don't have a car. Which makes those four hours essentially the diameter of the planet.

It's not so cool.

Arrgh.