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Wednesday, January 18, 2006


*blink*
I posted last night. Maybe you guys missed it, or decided to sit out on the pity party, I dunno. Comment if you like. This is a followup to my last post.

Well, I won't say I'm better because I'm really not. I still haven't managed to get anything fixed or whatever.

I keep telling myself that I'll go and that I'll deal with it even if it's difficult. But at the same time, I know if my mom talks to me again, my resolve will dissolve. I can't hold on to my decisions. I can't be stubborn.

But at least I'm not crying like I was during to last post. Oh, my lord. I broke down for half an hour and was sitting in my room, holding my extra large teddy while I sobbed to myself, "They don't think I'm ready. They don't think I can handle it!" Then I realized that my reaction to being thought of as a little kid was to sit on my bed and cry while hugging my teddy bear, and I realized that I really was just a little girl.

At which point my mom came in and found me and hugged me and told me not to freak out. Eventually, I stopped crying and went to bed.

But I can still feel that mental collapse is very close, and practically anything could set me off and the only thing keeping me from having another freak-out is just refusing to think about it at all. It's not a good feeling.

I'll survive though. Guess that's all that matters, ne?

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