I am back in the hospital. I am being discharged today so I am just waiting for my dad to come and pick me up. I am kinda nervous to leave but I know that it is time for me to try and get out there, be some one. I am more optimistic then pessimistic. I am glad that I have been in the hospital these couple of times because I get to see all of the people who are worse off then me. Every time that I come here I am seen as one of the most active cognitively on the unit. I am going to have to work hard to be nicer to my mother. I know that I have been irritable and I get mean. She said on the phone that I was abusive and that was kinda harsh because I don't think that I am. Well the battery is dying on my computer and I am getting anxious to go home. Or I want to go to the movies or something fun that will get me out of this psych mess that I have gotten myself into. I need to take more care of myself. I will take better care of myself. That is something that I need to do to survive.