Fun Dip
I wasn't expecting to write this soon but I will because something's bugging me. Claire read my journal and things about her. Now I like to think that most of you read what I write with a grain of salt and take most if it as a joke. I don't think she did. For what I wrote that wasn't a joke, I think it would be obvious that it's not what I really think. After all it was written during a time when I wasn't sleeping or eating, I was prone to random fits of energy and yelling, and I lashed out violently enough that there is now a hole in my wall. I guess it's not that obvious that sometimes I vent about things I don't need to at times I don't really have to. I can't tell if she's actually upset about what she read, and if she is I don't even think she's upset about the things she should be upset about. Of course she won't let me talk to her, so I guess I won't figure it out anytime soon. Consider this a kink in my previously discussed healing process plan. It has also just occurred to me that I've ruined Frank's plans to ride my coattails of internet success. I feel like scum.