The counter act agent

Is masturbation. Or rather in my case last night, a wet dream. Yes, probably way too much info for the few of you who read this, but I find venting in the digital rather than in the physical makes me feel better. Plus, there's no one for me to talk to about any of this in the physical.

I still feel down, and there's nothing that's going to change that. But, I do feel loads better than I have in the last two days.

Another semester was finished this past week. I think I fucked up the Biology class again. Yes, again. I don't know why I do this to myself. Hopefully I make it out with a C at least.

Oh, also, my aunt is moving this weekend. She should be out by Sunday. What's that have to do with anything? She was my DSL source. Now I have nothing but dial up. I'm going to ask for more days at work for the summer, so I should be OK for high speed Internet. But honestly, I have no idea how long I can keep this up. Unless I do something drastic, I don't think I can stay apart of the Internets ...