Went to the doctor today. They put me on Paxil. I swear to you, it's like I'm a fucking lab rat that they're doing their experimenting on. If Paxil doesn't work, I think we're resorting to Prozac. Awesome. What the fuck ever, I'm tired of caring about this bullshit.

Poor Chris has gotten himself into some problems with the Bob situation, I'm afraid, because he tried to bitch him out for what he's done to me again, and it didn't really work out in his favor. I told him it was probably a bad idea, but hey.

Didn't go to school today. I was so depressed about last night that I couldn't get out of bed. I was afraid that if I tried to move, my heart would shatter right there on the spot. And it probably would have. *sigh*

It's been about 3 weeks since I've drank now. Three very long weeks, but I'll make it. Next I'll quit smoking, but not yet. I'm focusing on quitting one bad habit at a time right now. Besides, quitting drinking makes me need all the cigarettes I can get.

Jeff said it's hard for him to get used to being a nice guy, heh. I told him I'd make him be a nice guy all the time and not just when he's around me. He said if I could make him a nice SOBER guy, he'd buy me all the cigarettes I want. I can help him quit drinking if he lets me, but only if he does. It would be nice if he would quit drinking; I worry about him a lot because of his drinking and it's sad.

Anyway. Gotta run. The only good news for this week: I'm getting a new cell phone tomorrow.