My dad thinks that hanging out with my friends made me sad. In a way, he's kind of right. I've always been a sad kid, even if he didn't know it. Hell, I didn't even know it. It's weird because I got sadder after going to therapy.
I guess I didn't realize how much was actually wrong with me.
I kind of picture it like a bunch of cups with water in them. Some may be more full than others. Some may be overflowing. The important thing is, you can always equally divide the water between all the cups. You can also get bigger cups of the water is getting too high.
If you understand my metaphor, good. If not, that's alright. This is just the best way I can explain it. I'm also tired and don't want to write more.
Part 27 check :)
