Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Thorn within

1.36 AM, Jönköping, Sweden

Dear diary,

I can't sleep. I can't relax, when I close my eyes, everything I've been holding back comes rushing back through my head, like a giant wave. I had to wake Alex up to ask her if I could take some of her Theralen... but that stuff's so weak it doesn't make any difference.

I did something I never thought I'd do again... I booked an appointment with a doctor to get treatment for my psychic illnesses... I'm so afraid right now. I can't talk to them, I can't say the right words to make them understand. They'll just put me on some weak medication and then say everything will be better. They won't understand.

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