| - Man of Constant Sorrow There's so much stuff I need to express here. But let's start at the beginning.
Yesterday, we ate at Durham. There's a Cracker Barrell off Hilsborough Road. It happened to be right next to the Fairfield Inn I stayed at the night before TiP. So then I got to thinking. What did I accomplish at TiP?
The answer: Nothing.
First of all in my class. Big fat zero. My evaluation was so bad my mother is considering making me pay for TiP so I don't "Waste Her Money" like I did this year.
Secondly, I....isolated myself from some of my friends. For no good reason. I just....disappeared. Maybe this is all in my head.
And then.....this is hard for me to express.....
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm just another crazy mother fucker. But I feel like, I actually had a chance. In my mind, it was perfect. Then I just lost faith in myself. I just stopped talking to her.
Maybe I never had a chance. Maybe it's better I did stop talking to her. Maybe this was just the way it was supposed to go down. But I just can't accept it. My faith in the Lord isn't enough to pull me through this. I'm over this, and yet I'm not over this. I'm not over the concept of what I did. How I could allow myself to just sit back and relax and do nothing like this. | 
