Somebody better tell me why this is better
08/28/2003 04:34 p.m.

Today, I wrecked the car. My mother's car. Overdosed on Ativan I took during a crisis yesterday, I went out this morning and just crumpled that hood up like an accordian and did God knows what to the engine. At least no one was hurt. The police reluctantly drove me home; they wanted an ambulance to take me to the hospital because my behaviour was odd. I refused treatment. And when I arrived, I stood in one spot and debated between my two methods of dealing with stress. My favorite one, slicing my skin, has been forbidden by my psychiatrist. So, I have taken his suggestion of a viable alternative to cutting: I took more Ativan...


I am currently Anxious
I am listening to how the hum of the CPU changes as I rock back and forth