And you want resizing but imagery doesn't fit. On Wednesday, Oct. 18, 2006 at 8:30 p.m.
I'm alternating between comfortable happiness and wondering why I should bother to get out of bed. I don't know how that comes across and I don't know how I'm supposed to think of it. There's too much bad in my head at the moment and I'm not sure why or how to get rid of it. I thought I was pulling myself up but I guess I wasn't as high as I thought. I can't stand feeling that fragile. That's what gets to me the most. It's way too overwhelming and I completely lack coping mechanisms. But if I'm really at a loss, I promise (myself) I'll try a less permenant form of self-destruction.
