"I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore..."

Two deaths, a cold, a 6 day trip to Texas, and all of the stuff I was dealing with before fall break even started...

I cannot even begin to process. I cannot even begin to fathom going back.

Mostly, I am going to spend several more days doped up on NyQuil, sleeping.

This will effect no one's life...and, really, if I could, I would disappear off the face of the planet forever.

Self-pity and -loathing. Check.