Hahaha.. I want to die.

Here's how my day went in chronological order:

I ran out of coffee.

I realized my therapist has been asking me a specific set of questions about my mood, I think she thinks I'm bipolar.

I thought about making pie but didn't.

He hit me for the 4th time. He's becoming more like my ex. I'm pretty sure he's the reason I have 3 loose teeth.

Had to explain to my "not homophobic" older sister why I can't just like guys. Why I don't think I want to talk to or even breathe in a guys direction. But instead we talked about "how sweet he is to me. How he is always so kind"