I went back to therapy today. Dr. Wiggins still asked और and और सवालों about me. I learned three things today: 1) Dr. Wiggins is a lonely sad man with no one to talk to. 2) I'm planning on changing therapists, so I can have a better one to connect to, instead of a sad and lonely man that desperately needs to be in this chair और than I do. And 3) If I don't call that guy soon, I'm going to end up sad and lonely with this doctor not shutting up about how smart he is and how he knows things. I've studied psychology all through high school and college and I still read about it, and what he's saying to me, has been either too old fashioned, proven wrong द्वारा ACTUAL doctors and professors, या just doesn't make any sense what so ever. He's just....sad. Sad, vacant, empty, lost, lonely, whatever आप want to call it. He कहा I was much better with details, but now the idiot is telling me to add LESS details now. Am I supposed to feel sorry for him, या pissed off at him? He's making this rather difficult for me to understand him. This isn't the first time that I've ever been to therapy. I had another therapist from when I was a teenager. I was about 13 going on 14, and there was this therapist named Todd. He had a last name too, but he just कहा to call him Todd. He was really cool, and he acted like a friend और than an actual therapist and he really helped me! But then, he was arrested for possession, but then five years later, after he लॉस्ट his job and was jailed for quite sometime, he was bailed out of jail द्वारा his girlfriend, because her ex did that to him, and a bunch of other सांड, बैल happened. So because of some jealous punk loser, my therapist/friend was fired and I was once again crazy. Oh Dr. Wiggins, आप will never ever understand me. No matter how much आप want to, we will never connect. *sighs*

Diary entry 3, June 7th, 2005

I finally called that guy Criss. I loved the way his name is spelled. He asked me my name, and he loved it. He कहा his last name was "Angel" but I'm thinking from the cameras and Rhonda's reaction to him that he's on t.v या whatever, probably making my therapist think I DID find out about him on t.v, unless he's too old to know what a t.v actually is. Criss seems really sweet. We actually have a lot in common. Not only is he attractive on the outside, but on the inside too! Very hard to find guys like that nowadays. Either guys look too hot, but are jerks on the inside, या guys look ugly and are sweet on the inside. Don't get me wrong, I'm not shallow या anything, but that's what I've noticed. I just think Criss being hot is an incentive, the extra something that goes along with the sweetness. I just think awesome guys that are sweet, but yet dark need और credit for coolness points. It's always the jerks that look great on the outside, but are horrible people on inside.
Criss invited me to go out to sushi with him, so I agreed to go. I chose an outfit that said,"I'm dark and classy, but yet I can kick the butt of the head of a tough motorcycle cut throat gang. That's just me. A classy, tough lady.

I acted totally real throughout the entire date. I wasn't new to sushi, I've had it before, tons of times. I would beg my mom to get me some all the time back when I was fourteen, and sometimes we couldn't afford it. I even tried running away to जापान because I have always wanted to visit Tokyo and learn the language. But as soon as I went on the bus to Chicago (I was traveling पार करना, क्रॉस country and hiking just to get around. I couldn't afford plane tickets because all I saved up was about a thousand dollars and that was only for खाना and transportation), my dad caught me and drove me home. I told Criss about that event in my life, and he laughed a little. It was funny. "Yeah, it was funny after it occurred, even Mom laughs now about it, but when that happened, I could of sworn I saw आग coming from her eyes!" We had the best time, and when he dropped me off at my apartment, he gently kissed me on the cheek. This was probably one of the best dates that I've ever been on. But anyway, I gotta rest for the night. Love-M.A.W.
*end of entry*

As Criss was walking back to his hotel room, he was hearing voices. He's heard them before. They were voices that came to him whenever he saw Macy. They were telling him that she had mystic powers too, and they were meant to be together.