I had a better day today. Dyed my sisters hair, watched some Disney movies, made beaded necklaces. It was like i was a kid again. How i miss the innocence.

That's right, Jon finally found a job. His uncle is close friends with the owner of this pub downtown, so he was able to get a job there since they needed someone pretty bad. It's not easy work though, his shift is 11 hours long!

He called me this morning at 10, which surprised me because he didn't get off work until 3 am. He told me about his day, making pizzas and chicken, washing dishes, severely burning his thumb and index finger. He said it's hard work, but he's just happy...

I am crying out
But can you hear me?
I kick and scream and shout
But it's not enough.
"it's just a phase" you say
But is it really?
I fight to live another day
Please help me.
"I don't care. You'll get over it"
I know but I just want a hug.
Because of you my heart is gonna split
Because of you I want to die.
"it'll do the world good if you just go away"
Is that true? Please...

Daylight savings has ended, we're back an hour.
I added a blanket to my bed, and as if in agreement with me, the skies are leaden and the air is chill.

I like it.
Winter is my favourite season, I flourish in the cold.

Yesterday I took lithium for the first time. I'm on 800mg in the evening. I didn't take any PRN. In hindsight, I probably should have. You see, our toilet has sprung a leak, and the number I had for repairs wasn't working, so I texted my...

I hate this room. 4 walls painted red and only one widow. It's too small. Perhaps it's because i'm always in here but, i just want to scream. I can escape but where too? A house that is even more of a prison? The only time it feels like i can escape it when it's warm and rainy or when i hurt myself. Even then it doesn't last long. I know the solution to the problem. It's a work in progress to fix it like most things. Is that an excuse? I don't know. I look forward to Monday though. I hope it goes...

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I'm at the point where silence is loud. And so is darkness. But sometimes, even when i'm listening to music or watching a video, it's too quiet. If that makes sense. Maybe, i've just been in this room too long. And right now, i'm exhausted and want to go to sleep but i don't want to go to bed because i don't want to wake up. And that scares me. But it also sounds nice...To sleep forever. But then, i'd miss out on living. I don't want to die. I just want to sleep till this time of my life is over....

It's all so . . . undecided.
The med run starts tonight. 800mg lithium.
I will be home for it.
Judy told me it will start tonight. I saw her yesterday, she was dropping off some PRN quetiapine. I have 600mg, in 100mg doses. I should take it at some point, I guess, but nobody has told me I have to.

All week I have wanted Leisa. All week. She rang me on Tuesday a couple of times but that was hard for me, because she wanted me to cook and eat, and I didn't want...

I like boys and girls. All my friends know I have no sexual preference. There is just one little problem. Actually a really big problem. My mother. All my life she has told me everyone has to be heterosexual. Gays are going to hell. End of story. But as I started maturing I noticed I wasn't just looking at boys. And now I have accepted that I am bi. How should I tell my mom? Will she still accept me? And is it that important for her to know?

Slowly falling,
Losing sight of all she has accomplished.
Music plays lound in her headphones,
Expressing what she won't say.
She dosn't know how to keep trying,
So she just sits there.
Staring at nothing,
Thinking of what has happened and whats to come.
Her thoughs become crowded,
Until it feels like she has to swim through glue to do anything.
She trys to think of ways to clear her thoughs,
But only knows one way,...