I am so paranoid lately Im driving myself up the wall. About gettin sick I mean- its seriously ruling my life. n yet I cycled into the city (which is miles) n ate take away n went shopping n was social even tho my stomach has been sore most of the day.. so how can I say that?
But I dont feel ne different inside, inside my mind would just like to curl up n die quietly n never ever leave the house or eat or sleep or talk again.
Someone once told me that bravery isnt not being afraid- its doing stuff even though you are afraid.
My friend saw the cutting on my back, asked me whod done it, what does it say n why, n I didnt really tell her much... I was a idiot not to be more careful, she was never meant to see it. Somethin that fits in n isnt a problem back at skool is a big deal here, n my mother already thinks Im crazy, I dont want my best mate thinkin Im some kinda headf***ed masochistic freak as well. n she must have seen the 'biking accident' scars on my arms also- those ones are impossible to hide in this heat, its only gonna be a matter of time before she puts 2 n 2 together. Im scared that my whole worlds gonna end up thinkin Im crazy, when Im not.. or maybe sayin that Im not makes me insane? bleh, I cant win! for the first time in years Im relatively stable- not wantin to die, not wantin to be in a destructive (or any) relationship for its value as distraction, not wantin to really do nethin apart from sit back for a while n figure out what it is I wanna do. All my life Ive rushed into things n rushed outta them shortly later with equal enthusiasm. Whats the harm in takin a break? Why cant I be just left alone to be me, whats the harm in cuttin if it pleases me, or spendin too much time alone if I like it that way? All I ever wanted was for someone to give a s***. Now I just want them not to. {/rant}