I knew I should've stayed in bed when I almost killed myself.
Almost strangled myself when I got out of the shower this morning when my bra strap got tangled up in my chain necklace. Managed to untangle myself before too many spots took over my vision. Thus, why I usually don't wear jewelry. Am only still wearing it because I tend to forget I'm wearing it (leading to incidents such as the above) and I really don't care about wearing jewelry all that much. No one cares.
Shouldn't have asked Mike for that hug yesterday, since I spent all evening trying not to cry. Almost did cry this morning when I couldn't find the t-shirt I wanted to wear (aren't I pathetic? Ugh, I disgust myself). Did find it, which made me sort-of happy for a few hours, but now I just want to curl up in a ball in a nice out of the way place where I won't bother anyone and just... go to sleep. Forever. Or something.
Speaking of disgusting, at least my hair has grown out enough to not look horrible anymore. Might even be a bit cute, though I wouldn't go that far to describe it. Got some stuff a few months ago to put on my stretchmarks, and it seems to be working; Mum says the ones on my arm are going away (I'm exactly the wrong person to ask if that's true or not), but at least none of the marks are getting worse. Not good enough, but who knows maybe I'll get really lucky and they'll fade enough so I can shower with my eyes open.
Waiting for Ryan to get here to work on the group project; here's hoping we get more done, unlike that pathetic excuse for a group meeting we had on tuesday.
Kind of sad that the only hugs and cuddling I can get is from my gay friend.
14.19--Okay, that female with the headphones needs to learn about proper volume, and a lesson in what "good music" consists of wouldn't go amiss either.
I think I'll spend tomorrow morning lazing about in bed before going to RIT for lab stuff. Will be so glad when this quarter is over--that'll take care of half of my misery.
Shouldn't have asked Mike for that hug yesterday, since I spent all evening trying not to cry. Almost did cry this morning when I couldn't find the t-shirt I wanted to wear (aren't I pathetic? Ugh, I disgust myself). Did find it, which made me sort-of happy for a few hours, but now I just want to curl up in a ball in a nice out of the way place where I won't bother anyone and just... go to sleep. Forever. Or something.
Speaking of disgusting, at least my hair has grown out enough to not look horrible anymore. Might even be a bit cute, though I wouldn't go that far to describe it. Got some stuff a few months ago to put on my stretchmarks, and it seems to be working; Mum says the ones on my arm are going away (I'm exactly the wrong person to ask if that's true or not), but at least none of the marks are getting worse. Not good enough, but who knows maybe I'll get really lucky and they'll fade enough so I can shower with my eyes open.
Waiting for Ryan to get here to work on the group project; here's hoping we get more done, unlike that pathetic excuse for a group meeting we had on tuesday.
Kind of sad that the only hugs and cuddling I can get is from my gay friend.
14.19--Okay, that female with the headphones needs to learn about proper volume, and a lesson in what "good music" consists of wouldn't go amiss either.
I think I'll spend tomorrow morning lazing about in bed before going to RIT for lab stuff. Will be so glad when this quarter is over--that'll take care of half of my misery.