My dad said he'd look into taking me to visit the university in Washington I want to attend. I'm so excited. I don't know if I'll get to go, though. It's a 35 hour drive, or $500 worth of plane tickets. Not to mention hotels and food and the like. Or the actual cost of college itself. Everything is just so expensive.
My sanity is slipping. Everything hurts. I tell my best friend that everything is too much, that I can't do it anymore, yet I continue to race along at a million miles an hour. Statues breathe, books hold conversations, the peanut butter jar is taunting. The inanimate is animate, and it's frightening. I don't know where my neurosis begins, and the madness of psychosis begins. People think I'm just another angsty teenager. They forget I'm mentally ill until I need to go to the hospital again. I can't afford this right now. I really can't.