Feb 01, 2009 23:52
Right now,I'm in the Living room with books in front of me which can completely cover my head and face when i sit on the floor..Books that are taller than me when I'm sitting
Pen in my right hand,and the other is turning the pages in my book..My illness has started again,trying to kill myself in constructing the manuscript that should contain not less than 50 pages alone and hoping that tomorrow i can discuss to my group members all the missing materials needed to finish the manuscript.
When it comes to group activity or projects,there's nothing wrong with them.They do whatever i say,they are dependable and cooperative members but i can't change the fact that they are playful and childish.
I mentioned my "Illness"..yes it's my illness to do anything in my own as long as materials needed are right in front of me,it's not because i don't trust them but it's just that i don't want to burden them in how i work with things.it's not hard to command since they always follow me,what lacking me is to communicate and speak my mind,i don't know how to explain things that are coming out from my mind.VAGUE for others yet I'm the only one who can understand it since i can't find words to explain it all.
I'm not a shy persons,I'm not too quite or too loud..I speak what's on my mind as long as i can find words to describe it..So people misinterpret me as a "no comment" person..it's really funny how they see me as a "preserved,composed and very conservative young lady sent to a hell-like group"<--they just don't know how i hit my head with my hands when i feel anxious or something stupid happened..
school,
hwaiting!healthy again,
this is not a lulz,
omg!! fail is fail!