I only want someone to know, so that they can comfort me. So that they can listen, and understand - or just act like they do. So that they can hug me, and tell me everything will be okay. So that they can comfort me and offer me help when I ask for it.
But I am afraid that they will not understand. That they will be upset and angry. They will want to help me, but not in the way that I want them to. They will watch me, and pester me and interrogate me. And judge me and treat me differently.

Coffee and smokes and cold Diet Cokes are what pretty girls are made of. x. Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you will land among the stars.
Showing posts with label help. Show all posts
Showing posts with label help. Show all posts
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
Thursday, 21 July 2011
conflicted
should i tell someone?
i think it might help.
it might make things worse.
i refuse to be branded with any illness.
i refuse to step into a psychiatrists office unless it is my own - how can i be a doctor of mental health if i have the stamp of problems myself?
who can i tell?
I'm going to make a list ...
i think it might help.
it might make things worse.
i refuse to be branded with any illness.
i refuse to step into a psychiatrists office unless it is my own - how can i be a doctor of mental health if i have the stamp of problems myself?
who can i tell?
I'm going to make a list ...
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