Going back to correct a few writeups, this one should have been a daylog:
August 7, 2000
Something in me today needs to cry. Maybe it was the rough weekend moving. Maybe it's PMS. Maybe it's just the world catching up to me. There are times today when I feel like crawling under my desk and letting myself be reduced to a fit of tears, and I have no idea what's causing it. I want to just get it over with; to lock myself up in a room and weep, banging on the walls and laying on an old mattress on the floor. Just get it all out. I need to rid myself of this growing ball of emotional sickness in the pit of my stomach, the top of my throat, and the back of my mind.