I have my class schedule for the spring semester. The courses have been paid for already. I need to get my books sometime before the 12th of Jan. I almost feel slightly accomplished.

I keep trying but no end is near. I hate having to take pills to go to sleep, you never know when your going to wake up. I am here litless and utter in contempt. No rest for the wicked I guess.

Quite frankly I cannot express in words the urges and annoyances I have to deal with on a daily basis, guilt kept me here for longer than I wanted and no I am paying for it in more than a few ways. I will move out as soon as It is humanly possible for me too. I can not continue like this.

I could list all the things that have gone wrong within the past week, but that would not change a single thing.
I am frail. I am going about my day the best I can.

a note on this week

history was made. Honestly everyday will become history the next. I am struggling with sleep. Bitterly fighting with it for rest. I looked in the mirror this morning and I look like a corpse.

If you don't write just for yourself, then honestly there is no point in writing at all. Its a merely a cry for help or more specifically a grab for attention.

Sometimes a new friend is the best medicine

All my relationships start on some chance meeting. They might be visions from the past but this meeting is different. The scale has been tilted we might just be friends thats always nice but sometimes a relationship buds.

This happened the other day and I enjoying how it goes, and im not hurried about anything.