Tuesday, November 18, 2003: My girlfriend broke up with me. Originally it seemed that my own depression/mood issues had been getting contagious, and had been affecting her very negatively. Recently I'd been trying to work on it. I thought this was funny, because, while at times I can be moody and depressed, I'm much better than I used to be.

But apparently, it's less of that and more just that her feelings for me had been fading away over time, as well. So, she got all her stuff from my apartment and I drove her home.

Then I'm back in my apartment and I don't know what to do really. I can't be here; I just keep seeing things, and she was always here so I just think of her when I see things. I might go stay at my parents' house for a couple of days.

So then later that same night I had a nightmarish run-in with that evil old woman who lives in my apartment building. I had parked on the street, and as I'm getting out of the car she pulls up and acts all upset because (it looked to me like) she thought I was leaving, not coming, and she could park there.

Anyway, then I ran into her like 10 minutes later and she yelled at me, saying I always do that, I always take her spot, and I have to stop doing that. I told her I didn't steal her spot, I don't always park there, and I didn't understand what she was talking about. And she said I need to think about it. And I said, I have and you're crazy, and I told her I wanted her to stop talking to me. I meant ever, but I don't know if she thought I meant right then only.

I have to get out of here anyway for a little while, because I just keep thinking about my girlfriend, because she was always here, and now she's not. And now that run-in with that evil old woman doesn't make me want to be around here any more.