Im just ready to give up now.
I’m still really distraught about the stuff with George, and not hearing from him in a week. I’m really worried about my baby…I’m worried about me too. I’m slipping away again and there is only out there who can save me…
I got my contacts. And I trimmed my bangs. And I think that I am going to go to Amy’s sometime to get my hair done. Cut it a little, kind of to blend it…I don’t know yet. And I want to buy this stuff that makes your hair grow…I know, cut it and grow it. It’s not going to be in that order of course…
I’ve written George like, 5 letters, and I still can’t send them, because I don’t know if he has a new address or not.
Fuck it, whatever…