I quit group today. I went home early yesterday. I hated my therapist, arrogant bitch. She told a suicidal girl who had taken an entire bottle of Trazodone and cut her wrist because she was homeless and wanted to die that SHE didn't care if she committed suicide or not, that SHE didn't want to see her back on that unit again.

I got up and walked out. I started having bad cramps and went home. I told them this morning that I wasn't going to get anything else out of this group, I was tired of being left out by the therapists and a bunch of gay guys comparing dick sizes and bragging about their fuck-a-thons and I wanted to be discharged. Now I have to find a therapist I can see one on one.

I'm sick. Stacey and I just got back from eating Chinese food. I had sushi and Stacey had the American food they serve. Steak sandwiches and prime rib. We have such different tastes. Opposites attract, right?