Smeared Black Ink.

It's three thirty and I can't sleep. I know that no one checks this regularly anymore. Right now I feel like I don't have friends. This is my fault. I haven't had a decent conversation in weeks. I want to go back to school. I've been in SA for a week and two days and love isn't enough to make me want to stay here. This worries me. I actually tried to dig up dirt about things in order to hurt myself tonight. It didn't work and now I feel worse off. I start French class next week. A foreign language, great. No one I know even speaks my own language. I feel like I'm in a perpetual state of loneliness. Fragments.