| 22.July.02 You know... I think Aimee being depressed is a common feature on this page... but most recent has to be the cutting... I did it again... a few days ago and now my hand looks like a fucking cutting board... I don't know what's wrong with me, and i know I've said that countless times here. I just can't seem to get it together... Yes I know Logan loves me. Everyone's been making sure I know it lately. I just don't know what's wrong. I keep thinking back to the ride home from school... my mom sat there for an hour and told me i need some serious psychological help. Of course she didn't offer anything, and she'd never get me to ask... I guess I just feel like a burden to her. I can't call and ask for money cause she'd say that she's got medical bills... (we'll get to that) real nice mom... especially when you said that all you can offer me in helping pay for my wedding dress is $500 and I've not yet seen even a dime of that. But I went home and almost immediately she had her uterus out which I suppose made her think that she has the right to be the biggest bitch to ever walk the earth... yeah.. so about 4 days after she became immobile I hightailed it out of Iron Mountain and went back to Iowa... but not before my grandmother made it certain thatI understood she thought my living arrangements down here were rather whorish. Nothing like family values and sticking together. You know... I hate to cut this short, but I honestly think I'm just too depressed to keep writing. I guess I'll write more if I ever feel better... feel free to sign the guest book for once in your life! ~Aimee |