I'm writing a song. All my best friends are self-injurers. So the song's about cutting. Anyway... I feel fine. Really and literally. It's like, for a short amount of time, I am out of bipolar-mode, out of la la land, in the normal world where I can just be happy and content. It's a nice first day of summer vacation present. I'm listening to Porcupine Tree, and I'm happy. And Casey loves me, and it's warm and fuzzy. HE's warm and fuzzy. And cute. The day I stop saying it will be the day he finally admits to himself that he is a beautiful person, with a beautiful soul, and a cute sense of style and humor. That might be a good thing for you to do too. <3 ~ Beth PS The friend list is deceiving - those are just the diaries that I read. My real friends are the ones that list me as a friend. And some people on livejournal, but they don't count ;)