I do too many drugs.
And my parents know about it.
"Just don't do it in the house."
Ok.
Their thought on letting me do these things - "If we say 'no' to anything you want to do, you'll still do it."
They're partially correct.

But I'm not dead, so that means they're doing something right.
And these therapy sessions aren't doing shit.
Work's hard on me.
And these meds are shredding me to bits.
This is me basically complaining.
I'm also on my period.
Thus the complaining.

"Raise your hand if you're bulemic! Raise your hand if you're anorexic!"
I'm going to hit these girls or something.

Pavlicek is talking to us about things I can relate to.
#Things I will always listen to.

Things to not do- more than 3 percosets. Oh my god, I feel like I'm having a heart attack.

I'm still as lonely as ever. I've grown vacant.