2011-03-15 - 8:24 p.m.

Lately my moods are all over the place. I love Larry, I want another baby. I hate Larry, he makes me feel miserable and crazy and desperate. I feel manic and restless. I want to sleep, I want to write, I want to ramble, I want to get fucked up. I want to have a real friend to talk to about everything and nothing. I want to cut. I really want to cut.I want to take a box knife to my arms and watch the blood well up and drip down to my wrists. I was supposed to grow out of this. Fight the urge, stay in control.

I'm losing it.

I am too dramatic.

regrets - hopes

the past