"I made a point to burn the photographs"
So I went to my Mom's tonight. I didn't stay long due to the fact that the only reason I went up there was to retrieve pix of me and Faith that were on her computer. I talked with her for a bit. She knew something was wrong. I wanted so badly to break down and cry and tell her everything that's going on, but I couldn't. I asked her to use the comp and she told me how all the files were destroyed by viruses. I had alot of Faith's old entries saved on that comp and all of our pictures. As soon as I realized they were all gone I just got up and left and started crying. I know it may be a good thing... but if the pix were gonna be destroyed, I wanted to be the one to do it. She called me tonite and I told her everything wasn't ok. I told her how I haven't slept in days without the help of drugs or alcohol. I told her how I really don't give a shit about my grades. She told me that I'm gonna end up like Danielle and how I'm not gonna go anywhere with my life and how I need to get on insane amounts of meds. That's such bullshit. 1. I will NEVER be like Danielle. I'm not some cokehead whore. 2. Meds... they don't make things go away. They REALLY don't. Why don't people fucking understand this?!