Everything is a game: how badly can I screw things up for myself without someone noticing?
I keep arguing with my counsellor. She thinks I’m desperately trying to have my sickness noticed, which is true. But she thinks I want my parents to figure it out, and that’s not true.
I do want someone to look after me - just not them. Anyone but them.
Thing is, they’re the only ones I could possibly expect to do that for me. Who else could I foist such a terrible responsibility onto?
I feel so weird. I don’t know what to do.
I miss her so much.
I need her to let me go, so badly. I need her to tell me there’s no change. I need her to say nothing will ever happen between us again. That way, I can move on.
I love her, though. I love her so much.
Broke a plateau! I was hovering between X and X+4, and am now X-2 :) I’m so close to being out of the red zone…
I hurt and I’m scared and I might have fucked everything up