I don't know. I've been thinking about it for a while and I think I should see a psychiatrist. I'm just not like other people...not even in the melancholy teenage way. I mean I don't think I'm all there.
I feel guilt all of the time...and I don't even know why. Part of me just feels like I'm always doing something wrong. I don't shower as often as I should. I know that I should. I'm thinking about it. I should. There's just always something more important I need to do. I can't keep the house clean. Not sure why. I know I should just pick up after myself but again, something else always gets in the way. Then there's the fact I can never quite get my thoughts organized.
In fact that's probably why I don't have any comments. My entries must be so scattered.
Adam doesn't like the idea of it. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with me. He's also afraid that some professional is going to tell me that it's all his fault. How can he think something like that? I appreciate Adam not thinking there's something wrong with me but what if there's something wrong? What if I really do need help? Am I to sit and let his insecurities stop me from doing so?
He doesn't even want to talk about it. What am I supposed to do?
I dunno. I'm just being self concious.
God Save Us From The Queen
-Sam
Monday, August 31, 2009
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