September 19th, 2006

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Arrrrrr!

Avast! It be Talk Like A Pirate Day, matey!

Me thinks I'll spend the day freaking me shipmates out. Arrrr!

Savvy?
Basket Case
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I'm so ugly, that's okay 'cause so are you

There's absolutely no need to tell me that piercings are ugly, stupid or disgusting. That's your opinion. If I want it, I'll ask for it. And trust me, I won't ask for it.

It's rude, okay? This is my life, and my face, and I'll do whatever the heck I want with it. I'll be 23 years old in two days, I think I'm old enough to start making my own decisions here, mmkay? I understand that it's not your thing, but it is mine. When you say it's disgusting, you're calling me disgusting. Which, fine, but would you say to my face "Wow, you're disgusting!"? No? Well, then don't say it about my piercings. It's the same thing.

And I'm insecure enough as it is. When you say things like that, it hurts. Really.

But I'm not going to change my mind just because you think I'm stupid. If it bothers you that much, just stay away from me. I'm not forcing you to spend time with me. I'm not forcing you to be my friend. But if you want to be? You know that saying "If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all"? Do that.

Thanks,
Basket Case

PS: Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
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Tears don't fall, they crash around me

Besides the little rant-moment earlier, I was having an okay day. I mean, I was even able to go to the store with my dad. That doesn't happen too often.

But then I remembered I still had to fill out the little booklet I was given at the institution. It's mainly just contact information, but there's a page where you have to fill in your specific goals. Buh? I don't know. Like, being normal? So I asked my dad for help.

Yeah. Bad idea. He threw the booklet in the trash, because "if I have no goals, there's no point in therapy". Thanks, dad. It's so great when you can really feel the support of your family. [/sarcasm]

I just walked away, because I didn't want him seeing me cry. I don't know what to do now. There's nothing I can say.

And what will I do tomorrow? Tell them I didn't fill out their booklet because I'm too much of a loser to even have goals? They'll laugh in my face. Or just send me away because there's no point in therapy if you don't have goals.

*Sigh* If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to go sit in a corner and cry.

Love,
Basket Case

PS: Arrrrrrrrrr!