Ok so correction... HUGE MISTAKE! I told my mom about my last break down. Actually it wasn't me me. It was one of the other me's. No need to go into detail of which one.
But come to find out this lovely side of me said I need to go back to counseling. WHAT WAS IT THINKING?! Ughhhh. I mean whoa there pal!
It even admitted to needing antidepressants. I am seriously freaking out. After I go to Phoenix in a couple weeks I'm going to see my counselor on Thursdays.
She specifically made time for me. I really wanted to text her and be like "excuse me girlfriend. I like you but could you un-find that time? Thanks!"
What am I going to do? I can't go back. I can't sit and talk about everything. NO! Sure I'm depressed but I'm sure I will be just fine.
I mean yeah I cut a little while ago but it wasn't enough to do much harm. I have been numb so long and for a few seconds I actually felt something.
I needed a release and I found it. And yeah maybe I want to sleep my life away. Yeah I stay up until 3am and sleep until 10. But I still function.
Ok I gotta go because I'm watching a funny show.
Toodles poodles!
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Late Night Thoughts
AcakI sit in my head and decided to get it out. This is sort of like a diary to me.
