...keeping myself awake a little bit longer. I can't think.
Someone sent a text while I was in therapy, and my mother read it. She said, on the way to my second appointment, "Oh, hey, you got a text I think you should read." My first reaction: "Oh, fuck." I flipped the phone open, went and read a text that made my heart flutter (among other things that happened), and then slammed it shut and shoved the phone in my pocket. It was hilarious and embarrassing.
Anyway, therapy was good today. She'd just finished reading my Halloween story, and told me how great it was (yeahright!) and I was having mood swings because I fucked up my medication schedule and it was weird. But I'm okay now. I have nothing really important to say. Do I ever? No.
I need my sunshine.
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