Oh, good God...

I've never been a socially easy person. Maybe it's me, maybe it's society.

I started writing, burst out crying, had another nervous breakdown.

The gist of the evening is I'll now be seeing a psychologist. I sort of told mom how I often cry myself to sleep, and once got as close as dialing and hanging up on a hotline, I just needed someone to talk to ( Read more... )

I don't know quite what I'm trying to express here, so if it's choppy or sommat, bear with me.

What I'm going to delve into here might seem bizarre to most people on my flist (unless you've already heard it from me), with the exception of
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Today, during Sandra's class, I thought. I wondered. I started imagining the family members I'd never meet. I conjured up a grandmother, grandfather, aunts, uncles, cousins, right there in my mind. I started crying and needed to leave the room.

I don't have much to say, that's not already been said by so many before me.
I can pose the eternal ( Read more... )

I've just taken out my colored pencils and drawn all over my wall. It's oddly theraputic. It's very...happy now. Rainbows, musical notes, peace signs, happy stick figures...I hope the parentals don't try and read into it too much.

While writing fic for deesarrachi, I realised that I am sort of living vicariously through Kite (which, I realised is perfectly ( Read more... )