J commented on my MySpace that she wants to be my friend. Last quarter, T wanted to hang out sometime. L thinks I'm beautiful. M and A both emailed me this past week asking for advice. E misses me ( Read more... )

Thanks to my iPod, Ethan, and how used to being depressed I am, Day 1 is going pretty good.

I'm super depressed. I laid in bed for 45 minutes this morning because I couldn't get up. I just couldn't move. Exactly two weeks from tomorrow will be a month since I started Prozac. I can't fucking wait. I'm not thinking about these next 15 days because I ( Read more... )

So it looks like I've got Lyme disease. Dr. Ellis sent off some of my blood to a lab in Florida today and I'll have the results back on Wednesday but he's pretty certain I have it. This will mean a year of antibiotics - three different kinds - and other things. It's scary and I'm scared ( Read more... )

I'm so nervous and excited. I honestly don't know what to do with myself.

And Monday I said to Pixie that I was ready to face a nemesis. And then Tuesday he showed up and I'm eating my words. But don't have a choice this time. Newt, remember: you aren't 13. You are what you've become.

And I'm sick to my stomach with fear. But I can't talk about ( Read more... )

I keep asking myself, "Why don't you just go flirt with him? Why are you so absolutely opposed to going on a date? Why can't you do this? Why don't you want to do this?" And I know the answer now. I haven't met anyone here that's...that's got that...that camp thing about them. There are several drop-dead gorgeous boys here, but I haven't found one ( Read more... )

One week trial separation is officially in progress. It's been about an hour.

I don't know if I don't know or if I'm just afraid of change.

I will not let my life be ruled by fear ( Read more... )