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[ginithekiller]

i am enjoying ruining my own life.
with
Chocolate
caffeine
hiphop class
homework
staying up late
being depressed.
low self esteem.

AH i need a counselor.

Comments

Re: Dave!

[heavyd]

Sorry to disappoint you but that post I made was fake. It was an ironic jab at a post Evelyn made. See, she said that everyone was posting about how great things are with their "significant others". I figured that since I am in the group of "everyone" by definition of the term "everyone", I should make a post saying how things are going with my "significant other". Funny how that worked out. Quite a few people took it seriously (Mom was one). In reality, my significant other is completely fictional. Although, I have managed to divert any "emotions" I would have for any member of the opposite gender toward my computer. She is the best computer in the universe and I love her no matter how many segmentation faults and io errors she has.

I'm glad you have a good counselor. She has to be better than Pat Dill (the one who accused me of being gay). The full story goes that I was in there for being a destructive antisocial youth. It was part of an agreement with the school that I go see a counselor. I told her how everyone was making fun of me constantly. I told her that I didn't like it when people make fun of my weight. I told her about picking up Ryan Wadman by the neck and throwing him into a locker for slamming my fingers in his locker. I told her how Isaac would have died had a teacher not physically stopped me from catching him after he pantsed me. I told her how people are always calling me a "fag". So, she asks, "Are you gay?" I say, "No." She says, "It's okay to be gay." I say, "Right. But, I'm not gay." She says, "So, why do you dislike them calling you gay?" I say, "Because, I'm not gay and they mean it bad." She says, "Well, I can see you have some issues to work through with your sexuality." I say, "I'm not gay." She says, "What if I were to call it homosexual? Would that change your mind?" I say, "No. I'm not gay." Anyway, it goes on like that. The whole thing took 10 minutes of my half-hour session (seriously, what can you do in a half hour?). It was traumatizing and makes me hate child counselors.

I didn't really stop being a destructive antisocial. I just changed my means and outlet. It has been bottled up for a long time now. I'll have to get some makeup before Hallowe'en is over and they take it away from me.