So yeah
I also wrote a story, it's about 100 pages. If anyone wants to read it, let me know, I can send it to you together or in chapters. Eh, whatever.
Went to the psychologist today, I now have to go every week again for god knows how long. All this because the surgeon who took out my gallbladder last month told her that I was cutting myself again. It's not something I do often, this was actually the first time in a long time that I had. I was so stressed and freaking out about the surgery. It made me feel better. Stupid, I know, but that's me.
I've just been feeling so shitty and alone lately. I rarely do anything, and sometimes I stay home even when people want me to go out. I don't really know why. I just don't want to do anything, yet I do. I get so bored sitting around here, wishing I had plans, yet when someone calls I usually tell them I'm busy. What the fuck? I don't know anymore. This happens to me a lot. It comes and goes. I'm sure It will pass eventually, but it sucks waking up every day wishing I didn't have to get out of bed.
I had a horrible dream last night, I don't even remember it all, but something bad happened, it was September 8th. I know that I was sitting at Cumbies on some firewood drinking slushies with Greg, Bean, and Adam when something horrible happened at home. I think someone had broken into our house and they did something horrible that I can't even type out to my dog. I think they robbed us too. The cops told us that the people who did it told them it was because of the date. Did I do something bad to someone on Sept. 8th?
So when I woke up, I was really upset, it woke Greg up too. He asked what was wrong and I told him and he just gave me "the look" and went back to bed. I wrote on the calendar "do not leave house" on that date...just in case.
Am I crazy?
Anyway, the old entries are some poems and shit that i dug up. Like them, don't like them, I don't care.
Went to the psychologist today, I now have to go every week again for god knows how long. All this because the surgeon who took out my gallbladder last month told her that I was cutting myself again. It's not something I do often, this was actually the first time in a long time that I had. I was so stressed and freaking out about the surgery. It made me feel better. Stupid, I know, but that's me.
I've just been feeling so shitty and alone lately. I rarely do anything, and sometimes I stay home even when people want me to go out. I don't really know why. I just don't want to do anything, yet I do. I get so bored sitting around here, wishing I had plans, yet when someone calls I usually tell them I'm busy. What the fuck? I don't know anymore. This happens to me a lot. It comes and goes. I'm sure It will pass eventually, but it sucks waking up every day wishing I didn't have to get out of bed.
I had a horrible dream last night, I don't even remember it all, but something bad happened, it was September 8th. I know that I was sitting at Cumbies on some firewood drinking slushies with Greg, Bean, and Adam when something horrible happened at home. I think someone had broken into our house and they did something horrible that I can't even type out to my dog. I think they robbed us too. The cops told us that the people who did it told them it was because of the date. Did I do something bad to someone on Sept. 8th?
So when I woke up, I was really upset, it woke Greg up too. He asked what was wrong and I told him and he just gave me "the look" and went back to bed. I wrote on the calendar "do not leave house" on that date...just in case.
Am I crazy?
Anyway, the old entries are some poems and shit that i dug up. Like them, don't like them, I don't care.