Hell, no. I just needed some time to decide what to do with my account ;)
But I think I know now - I'll stay. At least for a few weeks, and if it gets too hard, I'll quit.

My life's been crazy. No, scratch that - I've been crazy. Still am, if the number of pills I drown every day is any indication, but I'm trying to get past that. My head feels mostly normal, I don't remember what happened at the hospital, and I don't feel the urge to throw up anymore whenever someone mentions Judith's name. Still... it would be nice to take a look at the world now without the haze of narcotics. I'm working on that, too, but my therapist doesn't agree 'cause I don't seem stable to her. I LOL'ed when she told me - you know why? Because I am not stable. Which, of course, I didn't tell her. I probably should. I don't want to.

I mean... how could she possibly believe that I would be able to move on like nothing ever happened??? God, I'm so sick of my own excuses. I know I'm not okay. But right now, I'm not sure I want to be. Right now, I'd like to cry my eyes out, but that won't happen. So I'll just... post this and hope to hear more of what happened in your own lives.