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Fantaaastic.
I think.
My mom thinks.
That I'm suicidal.
But that might be stretching it.
She probably thinks that
I'm going slighty crazyordepressedcrazy
Or...not content with my life.
Or basically that I'm not okay.
Everytime I'm at the dinner table just staring off at the ocean in silence, she asks me if I'm okay. Everytime I sit on the kitchen floor - or lay down on it - talking to my dog Oz or just looking at him, she asks if I'm okay. Everytime I doodle on my hand she asks if I'm okay. Everytime I sit at my bed just looking up at my sister's bed with all the things I hang from there, she asks if I'm okay. Everytime I take a deep breath with a sigh, she asks if I'm okay.
I understand that she's like...concerned if there's anything up with me, but she's making it sound kinda...idk.
I like spending time to myself thinking. Staring at the ocean while nobody is around me, whether it's at night or day, helps me think because there's just SO MUCH space out there. I like the kitchen because I like the floor and Oz is there, and I like to act like he's a person and make random conversationw it him xDI doodle because I'm an artist. I love my bed and it's "my space". I take a deep breath because I like to breeeath, and I think I have resperatory issues /:
I opened the balcony door, and she walked out of the kitchen asking, "What're you doing?" It was like..."I'm opening the balcony door? .__." "...Oh"
...Not like I'm gonna jump off or anything.
I drew an X on my hand because I felt like it, and she was like...questioning me and rubbing at the X, "What is this?" "It's...an X?" "Why?" "Because I felt like it?" "Why?" "...I like to doodle on my hands? .___."
I don't knoowww...Why's she keep asking me if I'm okay?
I mean...yeah I have reasons to NOT be okay but...they aren't driving me to madness or utter depression. And with those things that make me feel kinda down in general, I take it out on my diaryjournal thingy and I feel fine afterwards.
Like right now I feel like CRAP, but I wrote everything out and I'm nie okays again. :]
Bleh /:
But atm, I can say...that even if I'm going on a trip next year to see Alex, Trevor, Leah, Cam, Rachel, Brandon, and Caitlin...heh...I still reeeally...hah REALLY miss Cam.
I don't know.
I probably think too much.
Seriously.
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Fantaaastic.
I think.
My mom thinks.
That I'm suicidal.
But that might be stretching it.
She probably thinks that
I'm going slighty crazyordepressedcrazy
Or...not content with my life.
Or basically that I'm not okay.
Everytime I'm at the dinner table just staring off at the ocean in silence, she asks me if I'm okay. Everytime I sit on the kitchen floor - or lay down on it - talking to my dog Oz or just looking at him, she asks if I'm okay. Everytime I doodle on my hand she asks if I'm okay. Everytime I sit at my bed just looking up at my sister's bed with all the things I hang from there, she asks if I'm okay. Everytime I take a deep breath with a sigh, she asks if I'm okay.
I understand that she's like...concerned if there's anything up with me, but she's making it sound kinda...idk.
I like spending time to myself thinking. Staring at the ocean while nobody is around me, whether it's at night or day, helps me think because there's just SO MUCH space out there. I like the kitchen because I like the floor and Oz is there, and I like to act like he's a person and make random conversationw it him xDI doodle because I'm an artist. I love my bed and it's "my space". I take a deep breath because I like to breeeath, and I think I have resperatory issues /:
I opened the balcony door, and she walked out of the kitchen asking, "What're you doing?" It was like..."I'm opening the balcony door? .__." "...Oh"
...Not like I'm gonna jump off or anything.
I drew an X on my hand because I felt like it, and she was like...questioning me and rubbing at the X, "What is this?" "It's...an X?" "Why?" "Because I felt like it?" "Why?" "...I like to doodle on my hands? .___."
I don't knoowww...Why's she keep asking me if I'm okay?
I mean...yeah I have reasons to NOT be okay but...they aren't driving me to madness or utter depression. And with those things that make me feel kinda down in general, I take it out on my diaryjournal thingy and I feel fine afterwards.
Like right now I feel like CRAP, but I wrote everything out and I'm nie okays again. :]
Bleh /:
But atm, I can say...that even if I'm going on a trip next year to see Alex, Trevor, Leah, Cam, Rachel, Brandon, and Caitlin...heh...I still reeeally...hah REALLY miss Cam.
I don't know.
I probably think too much.
Seriously.
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