records of my life.
1:03 PM EST
i want the 10th rib on my right side out of my body, and i want it now. i can't take it anymore.
12:42 PM EST
i'm still deeply annoyed at the requirement that i spend four hours each day in group therapy. what a completely pointless endeavor.
i've been sleeping far less recently. it's the only way i can ensure that i have enough free time to remain productive.
12:03 PM EST
as part of an in-class discussion, i was assigned to read an excerpt of a diary, and i was reminded that this site of mine exists.
i want to journal more. my memory is so poor. were i consistently documenting my daily life, i'd at the very least have a record of things that have happened, even if i can't remember them.
i keep noticing how my ribs feel under my skin. i hate it. i get stuck on the sensation and can't think of anything else.
i begin taking an antipsychotic later today.
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