thirty-nine
I'm doing better. I'm usually joking this line or bullshitting this entry but i'm actually not. Once you crash, the world goes quiet. the voices have all stopped. Sure, things still do suck. my stepmom's a bitch. my Dad's and idiot. he tries but then my stepmom gets to him and turns him. guys are still confusing. the one i really like has not a clue i exist outside of the two classes we share. at least most of the time he acts like that. perhaps i'm being too sensitive. I'm not going to think too hard on any of that though. hell, i'm sixteen, i don't need to analyze and write a masterpiece just yet. I've got plenty of time. so, lately, i've been trying to think slowly and smile more. let things go. it's been okay, it could be better, it could be worse. I'll update more over winter break, hopefully. if my stepmom isn't gaurding the computer with her senseless excuses and the like. have to see my therapist again. w00t. i see her every Wednesday, but i haven't seen her since she found out about the cutting and whatnot. wish me luck. cross your fingers. whisper a pray.