I need to talk to someone. Just talk. I'm getting sick of having no one to talk about my day with. It gets to a point where being alone isn't so great anymore. Sure I talk to my therapist but how can I do that when I'm upset with her? That leaves no one and I feel like there's this gaping hole in my heart. These are the kinds of days that make life not worth living. Cutting hurts again. I guess that's a good thing. If it rains tonight I don't know what I'll do. I need to see my horse this weekend otherwise I'm going to spend the weekend in bed. My head just isn't cut out for this. It can't handle the pressure. I got my hair cut, maybe six inches, and no one said anything about it today. I had to ask my father if he liked it. He didn't even notice.
