OK, so this is something I'm writing partly for my shrink and partly for myself, Its not finished yet and all names have been changed, just cause the shrink suggested it so i didn't get to personal. I don't think it helped much.
Three Kilometers to Sanity
The story of my life
This seemed like a better idea when I was sitting in Tina’s office. It’s not like she was pressuring me into writing anything but she thinks it will be good for me, and maybe other people, you know who have been though the same sort of shit and aren’t dealing with it as well as I am. That’s probably near impossible, you’d have to be pretty messed up to do worse than me.
Lets get one thing straight, I’m not looking for attention or sympathy and I’m not trying to guilt people who have done me wrong to make things right. If I wanted attention I would be painting myself purple and jumping off bridges for sport not pouring my heart out for all to read, it’s not the most daring thing one could do for attention now is it?
Anyway I better stop beating around the bush or I’m going to lose everybody’s interest, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing really. No, I have to make an effort with this. Just because the rest of the world is shit doesn’t mean I have to put everybody I know to sleep.
I’m not going to do a prissy little introduction, if you know who I am, you know who I am. If you don’t your one of the lucky ones. One thing I will say is I have been hit with some very hard emotions all at once, aimed at many different people and the stress of all this has driven me to depression and a pretty bad case of paranoia. Well that’s the conclusion I’ve reached.
The first emotion would have to be love, it doesn’t matter how fucked up I’m feeling love is always there, never fading away which can be a royal pain in the ass if your trying to be pissed off but otherwise its pretty comforting, knowing you’re still capable of feeling compassion towards other humans.
So like every other teenager I know my love life is pretty screwy, lets see. Anything involving love, or any emotions related to that revolves around five different guys. Which in itself is confusing, try adding a little sprinkling of teenage drama and hey presto you’ve got an extremely confused little miss on your hands.
I’d rather not share too many details about the boys; really it tears me up too much thinking about them all. You see out of all those boys, each of which I love only one really loves me back and hey, that’s just as friends.









