I feel like my mind has been slowly crumbling since the night of my 4-point suspension that Joe put together. The way I had always seen suspensions' was that it should be a freeing experience, but no one from that night will even send me pictures. I'm really upset with the ethics of the SMS suspension crew for letting me hang and never speaking to me again.
Yesterday I went to my psychiatrist for new meds(something that I've been trying so hard to live without). Guess I wasn't as strong as I thought I was :/
For the past couple months I've become a recluse in the sense that even when I'm around friends, I turn inward and feel like I can't speak. But, I shouldn't say that it's everyone that makes me feel like that. It's so hard to explain how it seems like no one cares; but that's exactly what it feels like.
Often enough when I sit at my laptop I'll open photobooth and will usually forget about it. This time; I caught a glimpse of a face I don't really ever see. Haha.
Recently, I was reminded of livejournal by Carolyn.
I'm not sure how I feel about reading my own old entries... All I know is: shit was crazy and I can't even imagine the things that I've written in there.
I'll probably just check it out when my head is a little more clear.
