i'm having trouble connecting.
and it feels like it's a waste..if i'm sitting in therapy all day either about to fall asleep or cry.
i don't know what the hell is going on with me.
and i'm still resisting meds. like an idiot.
this is so frustrating.
i wish i was at greek formal with trevor right now.
i'd be drunk. he'd be drunk. we'd be dancing. it's snowing there. everything would be fine.
but i'm in my sweats illegally on my computer in a house of people just as fucked up (and more) than me. and therapists. and a nurse. and nothing is fine.
lksfjoasifljk 31 more days. ahhhhhh. fml.
