the night kills me. i swear it's like a schedule. i like staying up but i hate how i get. fuck, if wendi wants to beat me up, i'll let her do it. i'll just stand there and take every blow. i deserve it anyway. what the hell's wrong with me? here i go again, feeling sorry for myself. i'm sorry. i'm grateful. i like life. well, i'm grateful anyway. i think i'll be walking off the face of the earth for now. call back later.