Pulling into the station
April 05, 2004
The weekend is over. Not that I miss it in the slightest bit. All in all, it was pretty miserable.I snapped again on Saturday and had a big time relapse. I think I spent half the day bawling my eyes out. Yet somehow I dragged my butt to San Francisco for Stacey's sister's party. I couldn't make it home before I was in tears again. Half of the car-ride home, I was sobbing. I called Mike and he came to stay with me that night. Just in case. Which was probably a very good thing.
I'll be amazed if I can make it through today without trying to jump out the window.
The psych clinic wants to know "specifically" what's going on so they can make my appointment. Specifically? What, I'm suicidal wasn't good enough? Apparently not. Why am I? Because everything effin' sucks. Not good enough. Maybe I should have let Mike take me to the ER. I probably would be set up with a therapist instead of having to call the social workers back. So having to call those little interns back later today (so I can tell them specifics where the Boss isn't listening in) is causing more stress on my already effed up mind, so really, this isn't helping.
Breaking Up - July 20, 2006
Chugga Chugga Woo Woo - June 14, 2006
Dammit.Janet. - May 31, 2006
Zee Tee-Vee - May 25, 2006
Tra-la tra-la - May 07, 2006
Some things are better left unsaid. Obviously, these are not those things.
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