May 1, 2003

Dear Journal:

Less than six weeks are remaining and I have so very much to do. I must teach myself chemistry, make up all of my math homework, complete my Zine, and other stuff for Advanced Comp., and read this stupid ass book about Dantès, who ever the hell he is, in French. The mania is gone; taken from such stress.

Rambunctious for a few days and now my anxiety levels are slipping me into a deep depression. I want to give blood, but I’m so damn scared of the needles. The thought of a sharp metal object puncturing my skin… It really creeps me out! I hope I can do it.