Notes to Cindy: The Archives

That's fucking it! It's over! I'm fucked! Cody's going to jail today. Nay's had a rough couple of nights and can't come to school and I am about ready to kill myself, if not someone else! I got one hour of sleep lastnight. ONE! From five to six-one. I'm dead all around- mentally physically, socialy.... I can't see Nay because of her school restricitions and fuck knows what other shit, so it's not like I'm able to talk to her about another front. Lastnight was IT- the fucking brutal end- and I'm now hopeless in light of it! Oh yes, it is a cruel world, indeed. Everything was going perfect lastnight ,but we missed out chance! We missed one chance and never had another. I was discussing it all with Cody from about midnight to five. I didn't leave his motherfucking room. Now, he won't have a room- just a cell- and I'll have a vast abscence of future, while Nay is dealing with straight rot of some tragic variety. Oh, yes. It's truely over. Once again, I have failed. Not only myself, but yet another dependant individual who all but put their soul into me. I'm as fucked as can be. The misfortune is beautifully complex, but naturally, also tragically effective.

Nay's on one-to-one again. She cut a little too deep about two weeks ago and it might ned stitches. Hell, she's probably already gotten them.