i became dangerously unstable today as i walked along the outside corridor on level 8, fms blk. maybe it's my fault that i was naive enough to think most pple have the basic intellectual capacity to engage in a conversation. i looked down past the railings and i saw an escape.

this morning i woke up with a nauseatingly-vivid memory of the nightmares that plagued my mind last night. i don't understand why i keep getting them. they're so real and so clear that when i wake up, i feel like i'm still in hell. i remained disturbed the whole day, and visiting the audiotech studio only aggravated my neurosis. i may play along with everyone, but i have little respect for those who don't bother to show me any consideration.

on the train home, i thought bout how i've lost most of the faith i had in people. i used to think that there was goodness in everyone and i was stupid enough to think that i could make that goodness shine through. now i know i'm no super-angel-girl. i always hoped it wouldn't come to this.

i got Peach Blossom Media for ITP. receiving the letter for the attacment was sortof the highest point of my day. but then again, i'm lousy at Flash so it could be bad news for me.