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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 14, 2008 23:09:23 GMT -5
``bridget's journal;; keep out!
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 14, 2008 23:37:06 GMT -5
Date: August 15
Title: Depression.
--7:54 PM--
Lately I've felt...weird.
Tired all the time.
Like no matter how much sleep I get, it's not enough.
And I'm never hungry.
And I just don't want to read anymore.
I've lost intrest in everything.
Charity says that I need to go back to therapy.
I wonder if Molly remembers me.
Lexie said that I have the symptoms of depression.
I told her to frick off.
I like the dark.
It's peaceful.
I think I will go to sleep now...
--Ten Minutes Later--
David said dinner is ready.
I have no energy.
I can't get up.
He's saying to get up.
I want to but I can't...
So...tired...
--Thirty Minutes Later--
David carried me downstairs.
He acts all tough but he is a whole lot more compassionate than my idiot parents.
Maybe that's why he's sitcking around instead of going to college.
Who knows.
We had spaghetti.
I ate two bites.
Then it felt like acid in my stomach.
I threw up in my bathroom.
Much better. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 15, 2008 0:40:37 GMT -5
Date: August 15
Title: Insomnia much?
--1:04 AM--
My parents are arguing.
Again.
I want to scream.
And lose my voice.
And be a mute.
Being mute would be nice.
Hearing everything.
And saying nothing.
No one could blame me for being a tattle tale.
Oh, that'd be the life
--Two Minutes Later--
Why does it smell like somethings burning?
--Five minutes later--
Turns out, David burnt some popcorn.
It looked like charcoal.
Even Misty wouldn't eat it.
We threw it in the grill.
Manalo will be pissed.
Oh well.
--2:30 AM--
I think I'm an insomniac. |
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