Starting a blog is a lot of pressure. Well not really, considering nobody will ever read this. I guess I can just speak like I always do; to myself or to a journal.

Just got off the phone with Brandon. I called him. I didn't know what to do. Calling him makes me feel wanted; safe. Don't ask me why. Yes, he did cheat on me when we were dating. But I think he's always regretted it and eternally wants me back. That's why he is always there for me. It's the only explanation. But anyways. I told him about my hospitalization and everything. He thinks what they diagnosed me with is complete bullshit. But what does he know? If it is bullshit, then life isn't worth living. If I just don't have those life skills, what would I do with myself? I would never grow up or learn to handle responsibilities.
Writing on the blog is a lot easier than writing in my journey. But journey is so much prettier. BLARGH. I don't know what to do. DELETE YO ASS.