3:25 pm

well its now day four of the great antidepressant experiment and today i feel good.
i feel even but i doubt that its the drugs. yesterday was a real low point for me.
phred took me the passport office (i leave in 21 days!) where there was a longer line
than expected. that thwarted his plans so he got mad at me. in the car on the way home after apologizing i just lost it. at a red light i got out of the car balling my eyes out like a real crazy woman. when phred picked me up he really unleashed on me, i've never heard him so mad. so needless to say we didn't have a good night. after awhile we made up but i still bad about how i behaved. i just felt like running away, i didn't want to face him, i didn't want to be anywhere near him. i felt so misunderstood. i still do. he really seems to believe that i do things on purpose to hurt him. not any level is that true. i had no intentions of ruining his day off but somehow i did. i'm so sick and tired of saying sorry that i'm trying my best not to say it anymore.
araMAT