Had some bad dreams, and some strange ones, and negative feelings. My psychiatrist appt is tomorrow. I can't live with what I've done. I must be evil. Because things just don't bother me. Most of the time. Then my mind will torture itself, keeping me awake. 

I didn't do anything today. Nothing. Nada.

Russell kept calling. Multiple times. Over an expanse of days. I never returned his call. I don't want to be your fucking girlfriend, Russell.