i've been writing a lot more in a tangible diary. it fits into my purse so i just scribble in it when i'm out.
the days are creeping by, haunting me. i hear my watch ticking and it sounds like the world is ending. jason called me crazy. he said he was joking but it kinda hurt. only because i'm starting to feel crazy..
at the end of the month i'm buying a digital scale.
the women's rehab centre whose waiting list i've been on 7 months finally contacted me, i'll be having an appointment with them within the month they said. so i can finally quit smoking pot. i'll go there, then NA meetings, and hit the gym.. i need to fix me because i'm so, so broken.
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