Oh boi, another entry. Why do I even bother? Nobody cares when they read this.
It's 2018, Jan. 16
I'm still not over "her".
I just, can't stop thinking of her. I don't even know if she's straight or not. She could very well be, I mean, she had a boyfriend. But she could be bi, like me, or pan, or something...
I don't fucking know.
Classes are slipping again. I have four B's, a C and a F. I need to pull my shit together. I can't keep doing this to myself.
I go to my therapist tomorrow, so I'll tell her about..my new scars. Not like I have a choice.
The new medication hasn't kicked in yet. It's been two weeks, and I still feel no different. I do have some of the side-effects though; shaking/tremors, talkative mood, enlarged appetite, drowsiness. They haven't given me 'new or worsened depression or anxiety' (yet) though , so that's good. Ttyl, I guess.
A.N. I'm publishing this one later than the others because I had to dig into the depths of my laptop to find where this entry went! But it's here now, so there ya go! I'll have one tomorrow that will be current time so it'll be caught up on everything. See ya then! =Skye