So the day's passed. I thought it would never end. It's Rachel's birthday and I haven't called. I should have gone to school. With a flower. A black one. Because I'm such a non-conformist, yo. I wish. I feel sick, and it's not just the anxiety this time. I feel sick in the head. I am sick in the head. No one cares. I sort of want to go to school. But I can't. I wish I wasn't so scared of everything. One of these days I'm going to use a "happy" adjective when it comes to my mood, whether it be a lie or not. This whining only gets me down. I hope my psychiatrist appointment tomorrow is as fun as my psychologist was today. Did I say 'fun'? I meant 'torturous'. _____________________ I called Rachel. I can't remember why I hate her so much. I hate it when that happens. She said I'm not boring. Wooh. And I'm fun to be around. And S thinks I'm cool. <3 Yay. Self esteem restored. For a minute or two anyway.