So things have been better. I'm definitley getting better. It's been about a month and one or two weeks since I started taking the medicine, and I hardly notice coincedences anymore. It's just so hard to get a grip of yourself when your past is telling you something that's completely opposite. When your past is telling you that you're doomed to hell and that you're going to die because God has definitley forsaken you or something along those lines, it's hard to get a grip. It's nearly impossible to get a grip. I feel like I'm shooting myself in the neck, or slapping myself really hard. Really not fun.
I got all my hair cut off, it used to be past my shoulder blades, but now it's boy short. I really like it. Tomorrow will be fun, I get to show all my friends. I don't really know why I did it. I just wanted to. My hair was pretty when I put some effort into it, but most of the time it looked sloppy and tangled and just not good. So I cut it off. It looks much better now. I look a lot older now, if I didn't already look older. People all the time mistook me for being at least a senior in high school, but today when I went out to eat with my dad they asked me if we wanted any wine and then back at his apartments someone thought I was his girlfriend. *SSSSSIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH*
