It seems like everyone around me is on antidepressants and mood stabilizers, maybe it's working, but they're no longer a pleasure for me to be around. And it almost makes me not want to go back on medication either. I don't want to become my medication.

Remembering another life where I was engaged once at 17 for about a year? I could've been with my high school sweetheart forever. Nobody really thought we were serious, but we were. I was really mean and unhappy and unable to handle everyone else around me when he wasnt around. And I threw my ring at him one too many times, so he threw it out the window in front of me. I don't know why, but seeing that image in my head still kinda makes my heart drop into my stomach. 

I always feel, at least, a little bit delusional after watching Hannibal.

Heard surprising words after a mutual friend exclaimed to me how you never really spoke to each other, which I thought was strange, afterall he was your DP. I wanted to console him and say, "It's okay, I'm still trying to decipher if everything he told me was lie. So I honestly don't know what is worse, talking to him or not talking to him."

What I do know is that Anthony is very, very sweet.

Just woke up from a gnarly nap. And I have no attention span. I'm just fucking tired. But a giant Swedish man was following me around today, he looked like a fat version of you. It made me laugh.