"dammit ... I hated her so much again when she was sitting there telling me that I wasn't trying. HOW THE HELL CAN SHE SAY THAT? I spent like two hours writing that damn letter, and another three trying to talk with her. I gave out much information that I rather wouldn't have to show that I was honest, and there was no point. I expect that stragetically selected portions will appear on her Deadjournal or whatever by tomorrow, and she'll appear the innocent victim again, which is totally untrue, but people believe her ... people believe her ... I tried so damn hard ... I didn't have to say that it was me or anything. But I did, and ..."

People suck. And now, after so much wasted time slamming my head against a brick wall, I'm going to write my five page paper due tomorrow morning.