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I am.. I don't even know who I am..

Fri Jun 20, 2008, 4:39 PM
I am things that me, myself, and I haven't been able to unravel and figure out. So in writing this I have realized that my visits to my counselor, psychiatrist, or what ever you call them. Well the reason I guess to see her is, well not quite sure but I think for her to tell me what I want. Yeah, I know it sounds like complete ludicrous. And maybe it is. However, if you think otherwise please don't tell me.

I have been sick for a few days (Not long though) and during that time I was told to sleep and I don't sleep. Instead I think. Let my mind take me to other things that *cough* school *cough* has kept my mind away from. Things that are abnormal sounding that make perfect sense to me. Things that others don't exactly believe in so, naturally I won't say them because others are entitled to their thought and if I say other things it can sometimes change their opinion.

(If you were wondering were this is coming from it's me letting my "mind and soul" take over and just type)

so to explain that I must say one thing that may make people disagree and if it does... keep it to yourself... please.

Part of the reason I don't know myself is because my past hasn't been the best. Not something that you would call the police for to take my parents away. Just that I have been moved around a lot. Because of my parents who are now divorced, I am messed up. Well I would put it as my parent made a knotted rope and they put me in it. So now I must find my way out.

After say that. I must say my goal. my goal is to tell my friends somethings. Again not going to say. Some of my friends probably won't want to be friends with me, because they need a shoulder to not lean on stand on and when they get mad, they act like my three year old little sister having a fit. And let me tell you she has fits a lot. So my friends are sort of like her. Except they (my friends) can speak real words and sort of type. I never said that they could type very well I just said that they could type.

Well if you read this, and I knew you, I would love to give you a hug if I could. So tell me that you read it and next time I will try to remember to give you a hug. (Even if I don't particularly like you.)

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  • Reading: Exodus by Julie Brtagna

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:iconnaskali:
Thank you for the watch and the tips!
:iconkai-stork:
I comment to you.

--
Snorklewacker: "Psst! Binkley! Over here!... On behalf of myself and the rest of your subconscious anxieties, we thought you should be given advance notice regarding our plan to jump out and grab you this evening."
:iconepona-dayca:
I DON'T HAVE SCHOOL!!
:iconepona-dayca:
the grudge shall eat you all!!!
:iconepona-dayca:
fa from pony tooo far!! It makes me sad! :heartbreaker:
:iconepona-dayca:
fa from pony tooo far!! It makes me sad! :heartbreaker:
:iconkai-stork:
Heyla sweet, had a good week?
:iconepona-dayca:
ah it's you kai just as I thought it would be of all people you!
:iconkaijenski:
thanks for the watch

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