My mom and I were talking today. As heart to heart as we ever get. I told her I'm stressed and occasionally have a cigarette or two. I left her house with 20$ for cigarettes and 5mg of lorazepam.
Honestly though, I kinda asked for the drugs.
She also asked if I wanted to see her psychiatrist. I told her, "No thanks. He doesn't seem to be working any miracles."
She laughed a little.
Not feeling too great. Katie hasn't received my message.
I spent the day with red spots on my shirt from an unknown marker.