I hate breaking out. Grr. It's obnoxious, and it makes me not want to be around people. (I'm not sure why. Maybe it makes me a bit more self conscious, but it's probably more because it's an excuse not to be sociable. Normally even though I want to be a sociable person, I look for excuses not to be sociable. I enjoy just sitting around chatting with people such as Alex and Laur online.)

Today I feel very antisociable. I think maybe it's because I'm still a little annoyed with my room mate, (although I'm not sure why), and partly it's because I want to have a better idea of what in the world I'm going to do about next year. All morning I've been trying to figure out which classes I should register for at Coe, which seems kind of silly, seeing as how this isn't where I want to be. Yet, I know I need to figure out what classes I'm taking incase leaving doesn't work out, for one reason or another.

Thinking about this makes me feel as though another breakdown is coming on soon. I hate crying. I hate feeling like no matter what I do, it doesn't make a difference because life would go on without me. Yet, I know I matter. I matter to some people, and I do make a difference in their lives.

Kristin and I didn't really agree on if we were going to lunch today or not. The idea of meeting in the middle of her class (that she's making up) was thrown out, but I don't know how serious she was. We would've been meeting right now if she were serious, I hope he's just late though.