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| The Confession |
| 01.22.04 (4:19 am) [edit] |
Well... yes.
I confessed some of my secrest.
Although not even half of them.
The poor counsolor told me she would call a proffessional who can diagnonsens me when I am ready.
She was nice though, and she really made me feel comfortable.
It was nice talking to someone, but I doubt I'll stay there long, one or two more chats and I wanna go and get diagnonsensed.
I hate Therapyou... (therapy) It's so damn intense, and my body starts crying even though my mind is blacnk.
I felt so damned selfcontious.
And my mind is blanker then before.
Although I almost feel like I'm in a damned movie.
I didn't even tell the poor thing about my self-mutilation.
and why should I?
They call your parents then, ya know.
As soon as you pick up a knife, all the confidential crap goes out the window and your mother will know that her dear daughter is seriously disturbed.
Well... at least I'm one step closer a dioagnonsens, which really is all I want, because as soon as I know what's wrong with me, I can totally make it on my own.
I don't have to be cured, I just have to be aware.
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