History repeats itself.

I backed up in my journals today.

2002...this time, I was depressed.

2003...depressed.

2004....uber depressed, suicidal.

2005...depressed and confused

2006...I'm depressed and confused and wanting to curl up in a hole.

For once it's not about my major. It's not about what college to go to. It's not about who I love.

It's about society.
It's about a peasant, as my Dad would call me, trying to make it.
It's about whether or not I should quit something I belong in...for money purposes.
It's about staying in the sorority or quitting for the dorms.
It's about making decisions.

Either way, I'm not happy and I don't know what to do and I have to have a decision made tonight.