[Insert trite observance on finality of death here]

[suspectclass]

Angst angst angst.

Random crying walking home from the bus stop.

Over the top rage at everyone who didn't get the fuck out of my way (in the loop and on the CTA that's pretty much everyone).

Fury at my stupid Macrosuckinomics professor for being stupid.

Exhaustion.

I want to curl up into a little ball and go numb. But instead I must study for my midterm and go to work tomorrow and clean my room for Holly and refrain from destroying [valuable] things.

And I must try to remember not to talk to my mom no matter what she says.

I.will.not.give.in.to.depression.