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There really is something wrong with me. I found that out a few days ago.
Today just prooves it.
I have no self esteem. No confidence in myself whatsoever. Because of that, now every morning before I go to school, I throw up. And cry.
Every single damned morning.
When I go to school, the whole day I feel sick to my stomach. Only when I go home the feeling is gone. But then the next day, it happens all over again.
Now I have to see the guidance counselor because of this. Because of my problem.
I don't feel safe in school. At all. The only real person I can trust in school is Matt. I've known him forever, and we've been through a lot together, too.
But it doesn't help any. Nothing helps.
Now, every time I feel like this I will have to go to the guidance counselor and talk to him.
Which will be all. the. time.
How nice. I feel like a psycho. Really. I do. My mom was talking to me about the whole problem, and I turned into a human puddle.
I can't deal with this. I can't deal with getting up in the morning puking and crying. I just can't.
I know this guidance counselor isn't going to help. I just know it.
This is going to just get worse and worse. Soon, I'll have to go and see a psychiatrist, and eventually be put on pills because it will just be so bad. I can't go on like this. I don't know what lies ahead of me, but soon I won't even go outside at all.
I hate myself. Why do I have to feel this way?
Oh, and you all just make me feel so much better by commenting. Besides Vikki and Jess. Those are the ONLY two that commented on my last entry. Thats it. If you don't comment on this entry, you're deleted. I want people who care about me. Thats all.
Today just prooves it.
I have no self esteem. No confidence in myself whatsoever. Because of that, now every morning before I go to school, I throw up. And cry.
Every single damned morning.
When I go to school, the whole day I feel sick to my stomach. Only when I go home the feeling is gone. But then the next day, it happens all over again.
Now I have to see the guidance counselor because of this. Because of my problem.
I don't feel safe in school. At all. The only real person I can trust in school is Matt. I've known him forever, and we've been through a lot together, too.
But it doesn't help any. Nothing helps.
Now, every time I feel like this I will have to go to the guidance counselor and talk to him.
Which will be all. the. time.
How nice. I feel like a psycho. Really. I do. My mom was talking to me about the whole problem, and I turned into a human puddle.
I can't deal with this. I can't deal with getting up in the morning puking and crying. I just can't.
I know this guidance counselor isn't going to help. I just know it.
This is going to just get worse and worse. Soon, I'll have to go and see a psychiatrist, and eventually be put on pills because it will just be so bad. I can't go on like this. I don't know what lies ahead of me, but soon I won't even go outside at all.
I hate myself. Why do I have to feel this way?
Oh, and you all just make me feel so much better by commenting. Besides Vikki and Jess. Those are the ONLY two that commented on my last entry. Thats it. If you don't comment on this entry, you're deleted. I want people who care about me. Thats all.