I felt depressed the whole way home. When I came home I sulked in my room for about half an hour and finally just went to sleep for three hours. Being able to take a break from reality like that feels great. Sleep is my escape.

I woke up around 5pm. I decided to go see a movie and have my dinner at McD's. I ended up seeing Charlie And The Chocolate Factory. What a bizarre, but at the same time, wonderful film. I loved the oompa loompas and their songs. All the things happening to the other children were a little too predictable, but Johnny Depp truly is a brilliant actor. I had a tasty quarter pounder for dinner. Nothing like some comfort food when you're feeling down.

My study counselor finally mailed me back telling me there's nothing he could do about my math trouble and that I should just try my best. Apparently it's as I feared, he also went on to write that the math is a vital prerequisite for my master program. So if I don't start to understand it soon I might as well drop out.

Bleh.

I don't know what I'm going to do should I be forced to drop out. That's going to cause all sorts of inconvenient problems. Bah, I feel so completely clueless all the time and there's nobody around to well ... give me a clue.

One of my two best friends is very likely moving to another country and the other one is doing his own thing as well. I was beginning to lose touch with them anyway, so I shouldn't complain really. Everybody seems to be moving away from me at hyper speed.

I guess the only person I will be able to depend on in the future is myself. Now if only I were a dependable person than that would work out fine, but of course I'm not so who knows what will happen.