The New Sense

Thursday, September 05, 2002

Didn't sleep much last night. So angry about this situation. I wish I wasn't, but now I'm feeling angry with B— too. I know he's been open with me and told me about the risks, and Sean and everything, but I just can't help it — I'm angry with him.
To make matters worse, Olga's being a total bitch today. She walked in the door complaining and hasn't stopped since. It's her own fucking fault her stomach's "like a furnace", not mine, not Terry's and not anyone's. Even Freddie just follows her around. She's the leader in that pair.
Maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's the situation, but I just feel like crying all the time.

At least B— was relatively normal with me this evening. Like he said, paranoia's his middle name, so he's not nearly as freaked out by this as I am. At this point though, I don't know what we're going to do.

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