tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31849511.post5044350879586091844..comments2023-12-19T17:51:56.979-08:00Comments on Circles and Dots and Other Distractions: I Give UpMichelle Glauserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01646213573761736892noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31849511.post-27050017847917867702007-02-21T13:04:00.000-08:002007-02-21T13:04:00.000-08:00I'm feeling a little vulernable publishing those j...I'm feeling a little vulernable publishing those journal entries, but your writing reminded me so much of me 4 years ago. That's not really comforting, I realize, but I keep trying to think of something helpful or useful to write, but there really isn't anything. Still, I love you and am glad you are my sister.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04679175981747804889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31849511.post-28450276110619278152007-02-21T12:51:00.000-08:002007-02-21T12:51:00.000-08:00Michelle, here are two of my journal entries:25 Fe...Michelle, here are two of my journal entries:<BR/><BR/>25 February 2003<BR/>What a strange mental state I'm in. For eight days I've agonized. I threw myself into crisis mode: no music, busy busy busy business, anorexia, self-punishment, walking aimlessly late at night, hoping to be hit by a car, praying apologies, fighting blackness, entertaining blackness, crying unexpectedly. Miserable. Feeling like scum. My mind works in circles. I am selfish and careless. <BR/><BR/>27 February 2003<BR/>Sometimes life is torture. I swear it's been weeks since I wrote last. What, only two days? Argh. Yesterday I was so afraid of falling into another bout of depression. I thought about the dark days of my freshman year and the way they've haunted me ever since and I started to panic. I can't endure that emotional agony. I hate faking to everyone:<BR/>"Hey, Amy, how are you?"<BR/>"Fine," I lie, thinking that I'd rather be dead.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04679175981747804889noreply@blogger.com