New journal. I'm hoping to reveal the real me, and make some sincere friends online. I don't have a stalker anymore, so there's no fear of anyone caring enough to expose this. It's awesome.
So Sunday night. I tried to drink myself to death. Very cool, I know. I'm so lucky to have a wonderful boyfriend who rushed right over to help me out. If he hadn't of been there, I really do think I would've really hurt myself. I don't remember much from that night, just how I wanted to die and how shitty I felt the next day. So anyway, it's pretty safe to say a phase of depression is on its full-swinging comeback.
I requested to start seeing a shrink again from my mom. She doesn't know the details though, of course.
I was admiring this girl in my World Religions class today who has a septum peircing. I like those.
I have a great life, great friends, great family. But I'm shy and still tend to isolate. Also, I know I don't deserve all the luck I've recieved. And I don't know how to appreciate my luck anymore than I do - but I know that I need to.
I cleaned up alot around here, did my laundry finally and scrubbed the walls and floor from my punch-party vomit. But I still need to do dishes. Whatev.