Will's disappointed in me. He said he thought I was getting better. I wonder what gave him that idea. Is he getting better? I hope so. I cut my wrist on a paper towel dispenser on purpose. He's worried I could've damaged an artery but I'm always careful. He says he would tell someone if it weren't for the fact that his wedding is next week and he doesn't want me to have to miss it. I wonder how Livi's doing after I said that stuff to her. She hasn't killed herself yet or at least I think Will or Eleanor would've told me if she had. Honestly I don't think she will, which makes me feel a bit better. I hate these medications, but I know I'll have to wait for my body to get used to them. Maybe then I'll feel better.
