My Name Is Taylor, And I Suck
somebody hit me seriously. i am a terrible person i really am.
ok so yesterday i found out some information by way of shamelessly snooping. Strike 1. it freaked the hell out of me and i want to curl up in a little ball and cry(or throw up...which ever came first) so i did what i always do and called ashlee...
i wanted to talk to her so bad all day, but as soon as i saw her and bozz and they were in good moods, and smiling...i just seriously wanted to drop it. i need to just spend a day with ashlee with no bozz around because he fucking distracts me. i can't help it and i'm sorry. Strike 2.
then there was the whole thing with him kissing me in front of emily, i got on him about...Strike 3.
this morning i went to th therapist's to do an evaluation of my test results. i have officially been diagnosed with chronic depression and they want to put me on medication which i am dead set against. i dunno the dude said i'm in denial about it, but he doesn't know me. fuck off.
She was so confused
From her point of view i would be confused too
I was so rude
What was i thinking?