And to all a good night.
There's a few people that may be interested in what is said below; these people may also help clear up some of the points that I'm unsure of. At the end of the day, someone is lying-- *shrugs* at least everything will be out in the open instead of hiding behind a friends only entry.
"you know who you are, you're the one who refuses to listen. here's a livejournal cop-out for you, like the one you gave me when i confronted you with my bulimia. oh, and about that, you said you'd support me through my recovery. you're doing a great job...
the group. i'm sick of hearing that phrase. i can think of more appropriate terms. ones that imply single mentalities. ones that imply stupidity. ones that imply repression. but i won't, because i don't want to infuriate or offend you poor minders of 'truth' (and i use this term extroadinarily loosely, because i've seen more lies from you all, hypocritical?)
you could all waste your time by convincing yourselves that there is no way that all this has happened, or you can open your eyes and just look at me. i'm sick. very sick. i had an anxiety attack. and no wonder, the way you people act. you can become like them, and waste your energy trying to find ways to refute what i'm saying. or, you could do what a person of any sense would do, and look at the truth staring you in the face. here's a hint for you sherlock; i spend 25 hours a week working, 12 hours travelling, 12 hours in classes, and at least 30 hours a week doing assessments. anxiety? i should've had a nervous breakdown. you'd have to work hard to understand that though, wouldn't you...
to satisfy the majority, i'm going to show you a letter that i got off one of the emergency department doctors, as well as my cannular scar and id bracelet. after that, you can apologise for ignoring me and not asking me in the first place, or you can return to your mindless majority. your choice.
it's very mature to ignore me while trying to resolve this ridiculous situation. *shakes head* you can ask me questions about my relationship with them, then ignore the subsequent questions. it's very frustrating, and i congratulate you on that. it makes you more the fool here. yes, a fool. only a fool would rather ignore a truth, simply so their version of events remains intact. may i remind you that none of you have been present at any of these events in my life, so coming up with your own version is rather pointless. the only people with a right to say what did and didn't happen are the people who were there, who saw it happen. none of you were there, so doubt it unjustified. just because it may not make sense to you, because you're confused by it, doesn't mean it didn't happen, it just means that you need information clarified. then, and only then, can you judge me
to satisfy this stupour you're in, stay at my house on tuesday. drill my mother, ask her questions. she was there. ask my fuckwit father, he was there too, he drove me to the hospital on tuesday night. ask my neighbours, who heard me yelling out in pain. ask my relatives, including the ones i detest, who came to visit me on wednesday morning. ask my g.p., who rang me not long after my release, to check that i was coping ok. ask the two doctors and four nurses who treated me. in fact, ask anybody who cares. if you weren't so tired from backstabbing me, you might have stayed at mine on tuesday night, and seen it all.
to those of you who have spent so much time bitching about me behind my back, wake up and open your eyes. not for my sake, but god forbid, if you pass this course, you''ll be practitioners of the future. i'd dread to send anybody to you...that aside, you wonder why I'm so quiet this time around? maybe because I'm sick of being called a liar every time i open my mouth. if you were even basically familiar with the principles of operant conditioning, it'd be obvious that punishment is such a great motivator of behaviour...
if you don't utter a word to me, then you're gutless and mindless. two things that, until yesterday, i'd have sworn on my life were not true. but if all the help, and support, and defence, and caring i've done means absolutely nothing to you, then go ahead and pretend none of this was said.
it's not that hard to pick up the phone you know? you didn't expect me to just let what you said drift idly by?
stay at mine on tuesday, and you'll get your precious proof. if you don't, then i'll know that you don't want to know the truth, and that you're as blank as the rest of them. i doubt you will stay at mine on tuesday, but go ahead and defy me, you're doing such a brilliant job of that this week.
for those of you to whom none of this pertains (being the majority of you), i apolosise. you obviously weren't stupid enough to ignore what was right in front of your face the whole time."
"you know who you are, you're the one who refuses to listen. here's a livejournal cop-out for you, like the one you gave me when i confronted you with my bulimia. oh, and about that, you said you'd support me through my recovery. you're doing a great job...
the group. i'm sick of hearing that phrase. i can think of more appropriate terms. ones that imply single mentalities. ones that imply stupidity. ones that imply repression. but i won't, because i don't want to infuriate or offend you poor minders of 'truth' (and i use this term extroadinarily loosely, because i've seen more lies from you all, hypocritical?)
you could all waste your time by convincing yourselves that there is no way that all this has happened, or you can open your eyes and just look at me. i'm sick. very sick. i had an anxiety attack. and no wonder, the way you people act. you can become like them, and waste your energy trying to find ways to refute what i'm saying. or, you could do what a person of any sense would do, and look at the truth staring you in the face. here's a hint for you sherlock; i spend 25 hours a week working, 12 hours travelling, 12 hours in classes, and at least 30 hours a week doing assessments. anxiety? i should've had a nervous breakdown. you'd have to work hard to understand that though, wouldn't you...
to satisfy the majority, i'm going to show you a letter that i got off one of the emergency department doctors, as well as my cannular scar and id bracelet. after that, you can apologise for ignoring me and not asking me in the first place, or you can return to your mindless majority. your choice.
it's very mature to ignore me while trying to resolve this ridiculous situation. *shakes head* you can ask me questions about my relationship with them, then ignore the subsequent questions. it's very frustrating, and i congratulate you on that. it makes you more the fool here. yes, a fool. only a fool would rather ignore a truth, simply so their version of events remains intact. may i remind you that none of you have been present at any of these events in my life, so coming up with your own version is rather pointless. the only people with a right to say what did and didn't happen are the people who were there, who saw it happen. none of you were there, so doubt it unjustified. just because it may not make sense to you, because you're confused by it, doesn't mean it didn't happen, it just means that you need information clarified. then, and only then, can you judge me
to satisfy this stupour you're in, stay at my house on tuesday. drill my mother, ask her questions. she was there. ask my fuckwit father, he was there too, he drove me to the hospital on tuesday night. ask my neighbours, who heard me yelling out in pain. ask my relatives, including the ones i detest, who came to visit me on wednesday morning. ask my g.p., who rang me not long after my release, to check that i was coping ok. ask the two doctors and four nurses who treated me. in fact, ask anybody who cares. if you weren't so tired from backstabbing me, you might have stayed at mine on tuesday night, and seen it all.
to those of you who have spent so much time bitching about me behind my back, wake up and open your eyes. not for my sake, but god forbid, if you pass this course, you''ll be practitioners of the future. i'd dread to send anybody to you...that aside, you wonder why I'm so quiet this time around? maybe because I'm sick of being called a liar every time i open my mouth. if you were even basically familiar with the principles of operant conditioning, it'd be obvious that punishment is such a great motivator of behaviour...
if you don't utter a word to me, then you're gutless and mindless. two things that, until yesterday, i'd have sworn on my life were not true. but if all the help, and support, and defence, and caring i've done means absolutely nothing to you, then go ahead and pretend none of this was said.
it's not that hard to pick up the phone you know? you didn't expect me to just let what you said drift idly by?
stay at mine on tuesday, and you'll get your precious proof. if you don't, then i'll know that you don't want to know the truth, and that you're as blank as the rest of them. i doubt you will stay at mine on tuesday, but go ahead and defy me, you're doing such a brilliant job of that this week.
for those of you to whom none of this pertains (being the majority of you), i apolosise. you obviously weren't stupid enough to ignore what was right in front of your face the whole time."