So, another lousy day, but at least this time I talked to the therapists about it. And I'll ask Jo next week to look for some more therapy options, as I'll have to leave the department next week, and I'm really not doing well enough to be on my own again. Was that all one sentence?

In other randomness, Salem complained today about how he "didn't understand how my brain worked". Are you kidding me, dude? Isn't it sort of really obvious? *sigh* Ugh, just go do your girlfriend, okay?

Men! *rolls eyes*

Love,
Basket Case

Edited to add (whilst really tired and high on sleep medication): I was just thinking of something else Salem said today. "Jeeze, I can never just joke around with you!" I don't want to be that person who takes everything seriously. I don't want to be that girl who never sees the humor in anything. I want to be that person you can always joke around with. The silly girl who never says "no" to a dare. The scared-to-death-girl who climbs up on the karaoke stage and just lets go of everything. The girl who decided that she needed more holes in her face, and just went out and got them. The girl who's not afraid to admit she used to (and may still) like Hanson. I want to be her again. I don't want to be this empty shell, all that's left of her. I want do be me again. It's been quite a long time.

Salem? Please don't stop trying to joke around with me, okay? Please?