12/20/05

i wish i even had something to say. but i don’t.

i feel like i’ve failed at life. like i was given a second chance at things and i fucked it up as much as fucked up with the first chance.

maybe i feel that way cuz that’s the way it IS.

It’s been a week and I’ve barely told anyone. I can’t face it. Can’t bear it. AJ knows, she was here when I found out. Not sure what would’ve happened if she hadn’t been.

Had therapy the next day. Mostly just cried and cried and cried some more.

Spent much of the next two days just…fucking up my arm. Ended up in J’s office again on Thursday. Cried some more.

don’t really want to write more about this right now.