I am stoked that my mom and I got our phones corrected. Apparently my mom had accidentally put me on a messaging block list. Tomorrow morning my mom and I are going to the antique store to look for a vintage piece of luggage for myself, something old and something cheap. I am getting depressed because I know that I should be getting a job and not diking around at the hotel Monaco. But, I am going to take advantage of the night and do some fun things, look for chocolate late at night, go to the happy hour reception at the hotel lobby, or just go have a great meal at a local piano bar. My mom really wants to go to a pian bar and I think it might be fun too.
 
I don't know about these suicidal thoughts. I am having more thoughts of hurting myself than killing myself. I want to cut my arms, my wrists, but I don't want my parents to see. Sometimes I feel that I would be safer in a hospital, but I don't want this to go that far. I am sure that some of you know what I mean. My mom and I are watching a video, maybe tomorrow we'll speak.
 
Goodnight moon. If I don't see you I love you.