dear diary,
my therapist mrs. leech keeps on telling me to write in this stupid thing more often, she says it's a helpful way to clear my head and let out all of the feelings that have been bubbling up inside of me. blah blah blah, won't change the inevitable fact that I'm dead. metaphorically anyhow. but I get really bored in here, so I guess this is as good an idea as any...
Oh yeah, her names not actually mrs. leech bt dubs, I just call her that cuz she sucks the life out of everything AND everyone. not me of course! note the sarcasm.. her names mrs. leechan lee-shin, but what's the fun in that?
September 24, 1994
