2001-02-17 Hi. I'm bored. That is a fact. There's nothing decent in my inbox, my aunt's old and boring even if she's kind enough to let me use her computer, my cousin's weird, I don't really care about my parents and the boat show tomorrow will make my legs die. So, no, I'm not back, I'm just using someone else's computer. Hospital's the same it's always been; nothing special. They changed my medication a bit so I'm on Remeron now (along with Oxepam, Seronil and Zyprexa). I think I've had enough of hospitals for a while now. Anna came to see me on Monday. She said she had always thought of me as a sane one. Plus, she said my diary's depressing to read. I guess it is so. I don't care much because I don't read what I write, but anyway... I guess I could consider writing less of boring, depressed crap. My both arms look hellish after a match with a razor blade last week. I didn't do much damage but it looks like I had. So I need to keep my arms out of my parents'/aunt's sight, which is a drag. My aunt bought me a book of chinese, so that'll be the next language I study. It looks like it could be interesting, but also rather difficult. I'm not really into languages that use tone as a distinguishing thing. (Does that sentence make any sense? I'm too tired to care.) So that's what's been going on with me lately. Die, you heathens! | older aion spindrift e-mail my profile diaryland.com