so i had a bad semester. no, that's an over-statement. my semester ended badly. i dove into melodrama in a way and to a depth that i have never been achieved, and hope that i never again visit. i through myself quite the pity party. i was miserable and, on some level, i was enjoying it. i made up all sorts of private fictions in order to make the pain even worse. it was a bad time. and none of you need to read about it. what i wrote in that time was the product of masochism and melodrama. none of it is true. it is all lies. i am ashamed that i ever thought such things, much less gave them written form. knowing that, if you still want to read these chapters, you'll have to email me and, perhaps, i'll send them to you. i offer this possibility only as a way of excusing the complete removal of a Living Groups entry for the first time ever.