I feel more and more sick with each day. Today I've been doing notecards for my stupid sophomore project. In the next two weeks I have to do 90 notecards about smoking, find a mentor, call millions of people that I promised to call, celebrate Christmas, get better, celebrate New Year, go out at least couple of times and so on...

I must be off to bed.

I feel like this diary becomes something boring and stupid. I only write down what happened without including any emotion whatsoever. It's not something I had coupl eof months ago that people called interesting and emotional. Perhaps it's due to the fact that my life was a lot more interesting before than it is now.

I'm sorry...

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