PinkEyeliner's Journal

I haven't cut in a couple days but I'm still picking at the wound on my knee, although it doesn't look as bad as it did. It stopped pussing and has formed a dark semi-healthy looking scab.

 I went to the park today with my boyfriend (Clayton), best friend (Micah), best friend's boyfriend (Chris) , and her litter brother (Dalton). Micah painted my nails but they look horrible because as soon as she would get them finished, I would start wrestling with her little brother and they'd get messed up and she'd fix them. Then I totally owned her boyfriend in a wrestling match and messed them up again, so she fixed them again. A few seconds later I messed them up, don't remember how exactly, and she just gave up on fixing them. Plus it's this aqua-ish colored nail polish that looks really girly on me, and I don't dig looking girly.

Being utterly exhausted didn't help the stresses of daily high school life. I got about thirty minutes of sleep the night before, somehow managed to not sleep in any class, so when my boyfriend and I were having cuddle time I just crashed in his lap.

He's somewhat upset with me though for my most recent cut, a pretty deep one on my ankle, but cuddle time seems to heal all wounds with him. Starting yestarday, If I don't cut up to it he's taking me to a Saosin concert as a reward for my progess.

Other than the every day stresses, like I think I'm failing Algebra, that's been my whole day in a nutshell. Not a great one but not too terrible. Still not that happy though. My mom is watching me take my medicine from now on although she has passed out tonight so I'm going to flush it down the toilet. Everyone (counselors, mom) tells me that it's unsafe for me to not take it but I feel 100x better when I don't for longer periods of time. My whole family, except mom,  and all my friends agree that it's useless and can tell the difference between the real me and the one suppressed by happy pills. But since I'm the minor, mom's opinion is the only one that actually counts. I hate my mom. It's a terrible thing to say about the person that gave you life but I do. She can fall in a ditch.

I think I've written enough for tonight and I really do need to try to get some sleep. So bye, XOXO.

-Kay

I think I may currently be failing Algebra.