Well, I've survived my first full day at the stress center. I find it odd that it's called the "Stress Center". Shouldn't it be called the "Stress Free Center" or "Stress Management Center"? I feel so confused. Yesterday I wanted to die. I really really did. I was intent on getting it done this time. But today I don't feel that way. I still don't care about anything, but the talk I had with Dad, Joyce and Cary was profound and cathartic.
I still feel like I have nothing to live for. I'm still riding the Merry Go Round.
What's it like there outside
with the living
I've found a place that I can hide
from the living
and I don't care to stay
with the living
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