Pray to God for no bad dreams.

FUCK MY LIFE.

I haven't talked to Chelsi for at least 30 hours now and I'm still feeling the same way I did when she told me, "I have to go have a talk now, talk to you later, bye." at 5:13 PM June 22, 2009.

Please, let this end.

I only have my own suffering in my time of need.