In Other Words, How Cruel

[2/10/11 9:56:22 PM] Elle: *sigh*
[2/10/11 9:56:24 PM] Elle: I don't know.
[2/10/11 9:56:29 PM] Elle: I think I should just go to bed.
[2/10/11 9:58:56 PM] Kelly: Awwww!
[2/10/11 9:58:56 PM] Kelly: Why?
[2/10/11 10:00:38 PM] Elle: I don't want to swell your ego too much.
[2/10/11 10:01:47 PM] Elle: But when you guys were around--that was life. That was living. School was just something I did on the side, or it was like work. Something necessary and unpleasant. But when I was with you guys--and it's because you got it and because that's what shit was about--I was actually living.
[2/10/11 10:01:54 PM] Elle: For the first time since...I don't even remember.
[2/10/11 10:02:33 PM] Elle: How depressing to wake up one morning surrounded by dead people.
[2/10/11 10:03:14 PM] Elle: Dead people sheltered by cushioned coffins, outlined in steel, and protected by crosses or textbooks.
[2/10/11 10:06:45 PM] Elle: And it's okay for you two because you have things to do, and other people more important, and a whole new environment to adjust to.
[2/10/11 10:07:09 PM] Kelly: Kiddo... I'm sorry.
[2/10/11 10:07:24 PM] Elle: You shouldn't be sorry. Especially since I feel shittier for it, LoL
[2/10/11 10:08:07 PM] Elle: Pity is ugly.

In other words: I'm dying.