Idiocy and Drunkeness 7/27/2002
I'm a fucking idiot. Really. Heather came when I was writing the other entry. Her fiance and her were working late which is why she was late. Plus I was an ass and didn't giver her my phone number so she couldn't contact me. My first problem is that I have no faith in people. The second that I think that they're going to disappoint me, I write them off. Its my fault.
The second problem with me is not so clear-cut. I know I need therapy, and god knows what else. Seriously. I was hysterically crying in Becca's room, and then I heard my mom call "Artist! Your friend's here!" I ran to my room, tried to cover up my tear-blotched face, and bounced into the car. My mood automatically changed. That's just not a normal thing to have moods change like that. I'm calling the counseling center at Binghamton on Monday to start scheduling regular appointments. I need to know what I have and if/how it can be fixed.
The party itself was awesome. The people at work are so nice and I don't deserve them as friends. I was so ready to write them off, and they're all so great to me. I'll write more about the party later, my head hurts and I'm sweating. I drank a little too much and my dad is sitting next to me, completely oblivious. Its awesome :o). Anyway, I need to go to sleep. G'night.
Love
crazy Artist
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