november 15th, 2004:

nothing like some time in the psych ward on suicide watch to make you appreciate pissing without anyone watching you tinkle.

fuck.

november 14th, 2005:

there are no entries in this journal because i was still quite heartbroken over events in my life and i could barely wake up in the morning let alone write in a public forum

today:

well... lets just say that some things never change. luckily trying to off myself isn't one of them.



2 years later and they're now flirting with a new diagnosis. you'd think they'd advanced by now to at least an accurate way of judging symptoms.

2 years later and people are still sneaky. sneaky sneaky sneaky.

2 years later and i'm still pushing forward, just as i promised.

2 years later and people are still trying to play me like a fool.

2 years later and i've made the most of being "mentally interesting"

2 years later and i've got to get going to class, heh.

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