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It is 4 am, and I am horny ( Read more... )

I guess I should explain ( Read more... )

I just want everything to stay away from me. I can't take it. It's like I'm going to explode. I have not been so close to killing myself in almost 3 years. I don't understand. I don't understand ( Read more... )

I went to see my doctor. She agrees with everyone else. It's either depression or bipolar. No way to know until I get into counseling.

The scariest part was holding that little bottle of pills in my hand, wondering if they're really going to help fix me.

Could my future sanity depend on these white tablets? It could. I mean, I can't fix me by myself ( Read more... )

I spoke up today.

I broke down in front of one of my teachers, who got really worried and sent me to the counselor's office, who sent me to see the school nurse. I told her everything. Every little thing. It doesn't matter if it seemed unimportant, or if I thought she wouldn't care.... I spilled the beans on everything. I told her about my mom, ( Read more... )

I started my plan ( Read more... )

I have a plan ( Read more... )

I am a monster ( Read more... )

You know what I love about weed? I'm numb. If I have a problem, I get high, and it suddenly doesn't matter for a few short hours. But those hours are all the rest and relaxation I can get, because every other minute of my life is spent worrying or fearing or bitching or hating who I've become ( Read more... )