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Cole came home from work today and curled up on the bed and said "I want to die" and hasn't moved at all since then.
There's this guy who I'm afraid of and want to file a restraining order against, but as it turns out the police are useless whores who can't do anything other than bust drunk college students and give out speeding tickets.
I work terrible hours. I got home last night at 5 am.
School has gone downhill again. The only two classes I continue to go to are art and poetry.
Cole and I have both been smoking too much. I have yet to go out and buy a pack of cigarettes for myself. I am holding onto that one. Smoking and veganism are similar for me in that I never buy my own cigarettes/animal products but if they happen to be around I tend to be unable to resist. I have no willpower. None.
Sockboy was committed to a mental hospital, straightjacket and fluffy walls and all, and has no memory of events leading up to his departure from Arizona. I miss him. I miss him a lot.
I never remember to take my medication. I stopped taking all of it one day because I was fed up with how it made me feel and how it didn't make me feel and lo and behold I was able to breathe again (for a while I was having a hard time breathing) but also after that I spent all week crying and tearing up my scalp and Cole's scalp too (it is not good when your trichotillomania extends itself to other people's heads) and so the conclusion reached is that I can't stop taking everything but I certainly can stop taking the things which have no marked effect.
I am convinced that I am making myself sicker. I am convinced that I am well. Why does my head hurt all the time?
There's this guy who I'm afraid of and want to file a restraining order against, but as it turns out the police are useless whores who can't do anything other than bust drunk college students and give out speeding tickets.
I work terrible hours. I got home last night at 5 am.
School has gone downhill again. The only two classes I continue to go to are art and poetry.
Cole and I have both been smoking too much. I have yet to go out and buy a pack of cigarettes for myself. I am holding onto that one. Smoking and veganism are similar for me in that I never buy my own cigarettes/animal products but if they happen to be around I tend to be unable to resist. I have no willpower. None.
Sockboy was committed to a mental hospital, straightjacket and fluffy walls and all, and has no memory of events leading up to his departure from Arizona. I miss him. I miss him a lot.
I never remember to take my medication. I stopped taking all of it one day because I was fed up with how it made me feel and how it didn't make me feel and lo and behold I was able to breathe again (for a while I was having a hard time breathing) but also after that I spent all week crying and tearing up my scalp and Cole's scalp too (it is not good when your trichotillomania extends itself to other people's heads) and so the conclusion reached is that I can't stop taking everything but I certainly can stop taking the things which have no marked effect.
I am convinced that I am making myself sicker. I am convinced that I am well. Why does my head hurt all the time?