I acted off impulse again last night. I got out of bed at about 11 and went and told mom I wanted to go back to counseling. It's not that I regret it, at least not yet, I just wish I had given it more thought. When I told her she gave my this strange look. She told me that I couldn't just go to socialize with Mrs. Camp, that it was serious. That was the last thing I expected, and I still don't really know what she meant by it. I don't know when I will understand her reasoning behind those words. I take counseling very serious, and I trust it. I want to go back because I'm falinng back into that black hole. Where nothing is real, and life's just a dream. I love it when I'm there, because it's all I know, and when I wake up it's all like a dream, only it affects my life.
I'm starting to fall apart on the outside...again.
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