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I'd put our phone # on here if I knew Eric wouldn't flip out

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I'd put our phone # on here if I knew Eric wouldn't flip out
01.08.03 12:44 p.m.

I was in a pretty bad mood yesterday. After I updated my diary I was trying to remember who everyone on my buddy list was. I come across what seems to be a decent diary then stop reading when they start sucking... then I can never remember who I like and who I don't. So I was going through some of them but only got to the C's because I was reading what I'd missed of Chasette's diary. When I got to the most recent entry she had posted her phone number and an open invitation to call her. I was still feeling bummed and was a little nervous about calling a complete stranger but I decided to do it anyway. We talked for about an hour, it was awesome. It's cool to talk with someone with similar problems. I've been debating going back to NA meetings. I REALLY need some friends, and I'm sure Eric would like some privacy at home sometimes but I'm just worried that I'm gonna meet the wrong kind of people at NA.... One of the things that's kept me clean in Houston is not knowing where to find it. There have been days where if I had a number, I would have called it. Talking with Chasette was cool cuz I didnt wanna use, it didn't bring up any fond memories etc, so maybe I'd be alright going to meetings. Besides, I'm not going to be able to hide from it forever....


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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