February 7, 2010.
I woke up today.
Can't write too much cause I can barely move hands. Hurts.
Guess I completely severed both my veins in my wrists and damaged muscles. Fuck.
Plus they said the pills and alcohol messed up my head.
Its hard to speak. Vision is almost always blurry.
Read Ray's entry.
I feel bad that I did that to everyone.
Don't mean to hurt them.
They just don't understand.
Still don't care though.
I'll do it again right when I get out of hospital.
I feel so empty and lost and everyone's mad at me.
I need my Frank back.