Well, I am finally over it. One crisis after another is going to wear me down eventually.

Finally after watching Charlotte Gilman's The Yellow Wallpaper in the creepy old library, I felt better. Somehow watching a grown woman creep on all fours like an animal at the end relieved whatever pressure I had put on myself. She had lost my mind. Thankfully, my mind hasn't completely disappeared yet.

When I came back to my dorm, I finally forced myself to read what Lin had left for me on my computer. Just one week ago, she left me isolated when we went out with her friends. The outing for me wasn't enjoyable. Everything they chose to do was something that I somewhat detested. Chinese food...and performing (oh the irony). Although I was not bitter right after the event, somehow my bitterness built up last Thursday after talking to Linda. It was childish though...I gave all the people from Alameda a cold shoulder. During the CS 3 lecture, I purposefully avoided the right side of the room and ran out before they would ever contact me. Yet, now I sit in front of this computer with a card--a Hallmark card with a message saying, "I wish life came with a big fat eraser."

Somehow, I don't like yellow anymore.