I hate how only a few months apart from friends could change everything. I still don't know if I made the right choice coming back to Florida early
Vinny, Diana, and I used to be attached at the hip, and now Vinny doesn't talk to the two of us that much anymore. I hate when I lose my constants in life, because I usually replace it with some stupid.
I hate to complain on these things but all and all I'm beginning to lose faith in my psychologist. I'm so sick and tired of trying different combinations of medicine. Nothing seems to make me better, it's more like it makes me worse. I just don't want to have to live my whole life like this.
