- Eric said when he read Looking for Alaska he thought of me as Alaska. Biggest compliment ever hah.
- Eric let me read part of his journal today. October 27th 2009 he convinced himself that I was dead. He cried. He was scared. He totally thought that I killed myself for whatever reason.
- I know everyone sees the scars on my arms. I'm so use to them they don't matter anymore. But it's weird how people I wouldn't even think to worry about me actually do because of them. I forget they're there. But they scare Eric to death. I don't know. they're like reminders that i can't let myself go back to that. and the first time. and the last time. and why. and who was there when i did it. and what i did afterwards. i don't know. i just feel like when people see them they think less of me. like i'm a stupid teenage girl who felt sad one day and just did it for attention. but people worrying about me? that's just a foreign concept. i'm not saying that i don't think people do. it's just like. my little core of friends i understand that. but people i don't talk to as much. it's strange to me somehow..
- yesterday went well. everyone's friends now? it's weird how that happened so fast. a little.. suspicious?
- i hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate when depression is used for the word sad. because they are two completely different things. i only know like a few other people who have really felt the effects of it. i feel like a depression snob sometimes hahah. but seriously. they are so different. and it feels like people are diminishing the meaning of the word.
- but then i think.. words are just words. they shouldn't have this crazy meaning. who gave words this crazy meaning? i have a sticker that just plainly said FUCK and so many people have been like uh.. no. why'd you put that on there? i just think it's dumb to care about it. but then i put so much thought into the word "depression" or "depressed" it's dumb. i'm a hypocrite. but so is everyone. it's inevitable.
- i felt really sick last night
- i keep having dreams of getting tattoos or piercings. last night i pierced the other side of my lip with a tack.
- i hate that i'm teased at school. that i'm not brave enough to fight back. i've never been brave enough in regular school. gsa maybe. thats so messed up. why can't i be brave all the time?
- i don't think i should apologize. because everything i said is really how i feel. and i have trouble saying that to you. maybe things will finally change.
- i hate how all the worst things happen to me right AFTER i go to therapy. i get built up into this armoured invincible person and then get beaten down and drowned. THNXGUYZ.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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