And you'll be a friend
2008-11-02 - 1:30 a.m.

After reading a bit in my fit of depression, I've come to the conclusion that I have some sort of anxiety disorder.
And that I should actually take Joe's advice and seek out some counseling.
I'm in a pretty miserable place.

Everyone flaked out on me tonight.
And put me right back into the mood I was yesterday.
We'd been planning to go to the Prism dance for at least a month, and I was looking forward to it so much, mainly because, as always, there was the prospect of me finding a guy.

Which is basically my reason for anything I ever do.

And I am so fucking sick of people saying "It'll get better."
I still feel pretty much as awful as I have from the start.

I need some form of catharsis, and then solace.

I feel like something is legitimately wrong with me (apart from the anxiety disorder).

And I'm trying to resist the urge to make another cut.

The little boy who was forgotten.

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