Drama...
Mood: Ugly, depressed, borderline...
I am so sick of all the stupid drama that goes on around me. Yesterday, the cops were at my house for 45 minutes because apparantly I had cut my wrists with broken glass. I managed to lie my way out of going to the loony bin but now my mum wants me to go get a shrink...Absolutely perfect. If I wanted a shrink, I'd get one. I don't want some random person sitting there judging me! People who go and get professional help tell me they're there to help, not judge...Honestly, that's great for some people but not for me. I'm different...I don't want to talk about my problems to someone who is a complete stranger and paid to listen to me complain and be depressed. To me, that's just someone cynical. I mean, think about it, the only way you make your livelihood is by people being messed up. Oh, yeah, Skye and I got into a fight because...Honestly, I don't know why. But it involved a lot of tears, a lot of hurt feelings, and razors in the bathroom while I was supossed to be in class. Girls are so mean. They make eachother feel like shit. You all know about me being bulimic, right? Well, some of my friends know and they tell me "You look like you eat WAAY too much Kat...Are you just pretending?" You have no clue how much that hurt...I know it's stupid, but I came home and threw up until I was heaving nothing but blood:-\. I wish I were pretending...I wish that I could like the way I look or lose weight without taking extreme measures...But I'm not, and I can't. Life just seems so hopeless...I don't want to be here anymore.
I think shrinks ask their patients some question so that they (patients) would realize what\'s actually going in to their lives.. oh what the heck! what do i know? i am not a shrink and i\'ve never been to one.
I wish you happier life.I wish that you have friends whom you can be your sounding board.if you have none, i wish you more blogtimes so you can just pour your pains in writing.