04/20/2010

I can’t really think of a title for this entry. It’s not going to be very long, it is 2am. Another night of night being able to sleep–I wonder what is going on? Rich (that’s my therapist) would probably say that it was a combination of things: I went on a 4 day hiatus from my meds; I’ve been reading alot of people’s diaries on here and it brings up memories ( I’m not gonna say that it doesn’t); I wrote an essay on my mother and I put it into this diary yesterday, but that is bringing up memories too. I’m gonna go in on Friday and pay over $150 for Rich to tell me that I need to let this shit come out and deal with it. That I need to write about it, talk about it, draw about it, etc….I need to be out of my house more because I am isolationg and withdrawing–but it’s my "safe" place. Besides that, I have 2 impatego blisters on my lips, and not only are they highly contagious, but they are also embarrassing. Don’t know why, I get them damn things EVERY YEAR–doctor said that once they were treated in adults that they shouldn’t come back (how’s that working for me?) anycase, will just lay low this week and stay out of the sight of critical eyes.

~Kat