Sunday, August 17, 2003
The end is near. I am about to leave Austin for New York. Nothing has really come together, but it is all happening. My best friend is being a complete freak about the situation. Whatever, I gotta go live my life. Period. Jesus, I hope my car sells. Tomorrow I have got to get rid of all my shit. I'm just going to throw the shit in the street and never look back. This is such an emotionally stressful time. I can't even get my thoughts out.