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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.