Wednesday February 23, 1994
I did a dumb thing last night. I was shaving my legs, then I started to cut my wrist. I don't remember why. I just did it! I'm not depressed. I feel fine.
Thursday March 3, 1994
It's M's 18th b-day today. he hasn't called me yet. It's almost 9:30. I wonder if I should call him*. He said he'd call.
(*Edit - yeah, because we all know how likely I am to do that!)
For my birthday, M got me a make-up travel bag. Oh well, no roses or ring. I love it anyway!!