Snowman.
"You can tell a lot about a person from their fridge magnets."
Some boring tidbits that I scribble down whenever I feel like it, usually when I'm on the verge of crying. Nothing much of interest here.
"I got my first pain pills from my friend’s dead grandmother. I liked them. I liked them so much I started hanging out with my own grandmother. Just checking in on her every now and then."
"... Thirty minutes later, I was a poppy plant floating in the vase of my own body. It felt like I had a headache that didn’t hurt, just these pleasant vexations. Later, I remembered this feeling, this innocent password to paradise. In college, after a few semesters of spiking needles in my arms and toes before class, my friend Lukas never came back from spring break with the heroin he had promised. The way they described it, his heart had exploded. They called it an allergic reaction. I didn’t know what to think except that the greedy bastard had copped my share. I remember needing a fix but was too scared to shoot up. The shrink had me on Klonopin for anxiety attacks. I drank until drinking didn’t work. I tried every drug I could find. I stole Vicodin from medicine cabinets and kept an open ear for those with upcoming dental work, but the stuff was getting harder and harder to score."
http://www.newsreview.com/issues/Sacto/2005-03-31/cover.asp
17:25:05 plecosaur: [Private to] noemie: it appeared to just be a flesh wound. i can still move my joint. entire thumb is tingly but i think that's good. hope there isn't partial loss of feeling
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It feels like forever since I last wrote anything. I haven't had any mental energy and really don't have any yet now. I really need to call my psychiatrist (more like 2 weeks ago or objected to her moving me to every 6 weeks), and get my medication sorted out. I have had any klonopin for a long time. I don't know how long. Maybe a month. It's really effected my ability to cope and deal with things and my anxiety has been the highest it's every been in a long time. Stomach is nervous all the time now. Sleep is difficult even on sleeping pills. I'm anxious about every little detail and am trying to be strong and just keep on moving. I feel so sluggish, my mind is slow, my body is exhausted and I can't take the naps that I have been taking because my anxiety is higher and I can't relax. It's also effecting my depression a lot, it works as a very effective mood stabilizer, and without it I've been sliding back and back and back. I've been crying off and on for (a couple months?) when I'm alone. I see my therapist tomorrow and I don't really want to go, but I know the visit out of the house will help me and I'll get to talk about whatever is on my mind and it will be good.
I feel like I've ruined the friendship, trust, and caring of a person who's been there for me for months, and it's not a good feeling. I needed to express how I felt and make it more clear, but I've never been good at being so forthright and it felt downright forceful. It was probably as forceful at I think it was, but I needed to get my *own* feelings across for once in my life and take care of myself before I started to cope by taking things out on myself (which I had already started to do in some not very good ways).
I feel happy with the feelings I'm having towards someone I met (online), and they have been supportive and helpful in a different way than my best friend (that I worry for a lot). I don't know if that is what attracted to me her, but I'm living in the euphoric rush of feeling. I'm trying to learn to be independant, but I'm the last person in the world to ever learn this skill.