I told my friend things that have been bothering me last night. She replied with silence mostly. I guess she didn't know what to say. I don't know what I expected her to say. Relationships are complicated like that I suppose. Oh well.
As we speak, I'm throwing some updates onto my external hard drive. It's nice to know if anything ever happens, I'll have my computer readily available to me. It's also comforting to have a back up file of all of my documents handy. Damn thing has a fuckload of memory too. It's great.
Anyway, things have been pretty average. I'm still alive. Going to my first therapy appointment on Monday. If I tell her about this, I'm not letting her on. No way. I'll delete the entire thing. Just no.