I was going to head up to New York for Ruby's birthday kegger, but I'm really not emotionally stable enough to handle it. The last thing I want is to be the drunk crying girl at the party (again). I'm snippy and snotty and altogether not fit for human consumption. I'm exiling myself for the benefit of my friends much more than for myself. I'm stranded, flailing.

(Plus, I actually feel some sort of motivation to get some reading done, so I'm going to take any of that which comes to me. It's going to be a long, difficult semester.)

Cut me some slack. This time it's really not you, it's me.