Day three in the psych ward. Finally got a hold of my guidance counselor- we talked for a while, it was nice. I have to say I trust her more than anyone I know. I feel a little better now after talking to her.

Now in my third day, I think I’m better than I was yesterday. I felt very suicidal yesterday. Today not so much. That could be because I’m trying not to think too deeply. That gets me in trouble. I think the biggest downer for me is facing my family- hate doing that. Luckily I go straight from here to college. I’m looking forward to going back. I need college. When I get back I am going to work my ass off.

Well I think my mind is a blank now. I’m running out of deep thoughts. Or maybe I’m climbing back into my shell. Who knows I sort of don’t care. I’m just anxious to get out now, it’s so close. As long as I keep my mouth shut I’ll be busting out. Though I do wish someone would have talked with me. I still don’t’ know how to really ask for help.

Well, the afternoon has come and settled in and no Dr. Gould yet. I hope he comes soon, I’m ready to blow this joint.