10-20-2001 | 12:43 p.m.

I would think it would take more than being yelled at to make me cry. Guess not. So now I feel like an unstable crybaby moron. I hate crying. Not only do I feel like a wuss, but I hate the runny nose the act causes. It isn't the end of the world, but now I'm imagining everyone lauging at/despising me. I hate paranoia. I hate thinking that everyone is conspiring against me. And I know it's irrational, but it seems so real. But it really could be true. But the psych student part of me tells me it isn't real. Why can't that side take control?

I just need to relax and get over the situation. I have a Sociology paper (minimum 5 pages) due Monday and I haven't even started a rough draft. But there is no way I could do that now. I think I'll sleep for a while. When I wake up maybe I'll be able to concentrate.