Okay, I don't know if you get what I mean by that title. Basically, I cried for over an hour today, pretty much the first two and a quarter periods of the school day. You know what I was posting about yesterday, yeah, that's why I was crying. She was too. It was...a bad day for a lot of people. My friend and her boyfriend are pretty much over I think (think! hope not), and just the whole crying thing. Our coach intervened and had us get it all out there into the open, so we could see eachother's point of view. So we talked and stuff, and the way the girl took it, when my mom called her to confront her about all of this, she took it to mean that my mom didn't give a fuck that her grandma died. My mom never said that her grandma's death was unimportant. I don't know. I don't agree with my mom calling the girl, it was a stupid decision in my point of view, and she should've just dealt with it, and none of this crap would've happened.
Well, now I've got an appointment with this lady Julie on Sunday after church. She's a therapist I guess. And I need her. I really do, I'm admitting it. I'm probably overreacting to these feelings I have, but maybe I'm depressed. And that's not a word you use lightly. I guess she'll tell me, because I plan on telling her everything that's going through my mind.
Oh! Before I go, here's a little FREAKING HILARIOUS video that I watched last night, it made me feel a little better:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MRTjS3YO0A
"Keep yo' hands off my mama, and keep yo' hands off my Doritos."
:)
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