Hollow. Just like every single day.
I've started picking myself up and going to class, because I'm still trying to find a reason to avoid the noose. However, there are times when I wonder if I'm telling myself that story to ignore the fact that I'm merely a coward who's too scared of death.
I'm too weak to live and too weak to die. I'm too dumb to figure out partial suspension, and I don't have access to any drugs. Nitrogen cannot be obtained in my area, and my room in college has a huge window leading to another at a height where I cannot reliably get to without help. Looks like I'll have to summon the courage to open up my radial artery. I'm used to extreme blood loss, so all I have to get over is the initial bit of pain (a thing I cannot get past right now) and the general fear of oblivion (another thing I cannot get past right now).