I'm not okay. It's not just a song reference, it's the simple truth. I've been skipping therapy a lot lately, and I don't even know why. I can't sleep, even though I'm too tired to keep my eyes open. Every last little thing makes me sad. I feel like crying all the time even though I can't produce a single tear. I want to talk about it, but I don't make any sense. I'm just not okay. Trust me.
PS: Also, it's Talk Like A Pirate day. Arrrr and all that.
PS: Also, it's Talk Like A Pirate day. Arrrr and all that.
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utterbasketcase- the best of us can find happiness in misery
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I don't know what to say, but feel free to ramble onto me all you want to, I don't mind whether you make sense or not. *More huggles*
I'm sorry. :(
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I'm sorry you're feeling so bad though. :( *Huggles*
You appeared in my dream last night btw, with regards to this in fact... You, me and a LOT of other people (including most of my family, V and some random dream people) were all visiting a theme park... We were all walking past a hospital, and I noticed you were walking on your own, so I walked over to you and asked what was wrong. You said you'd just been feeling generally bad recently. I hugged you and said if you wanted to talk about it I'm always here for you to talk to. You gave a faint smile then walked over to a blond haired guy who you'd been staring at for a while. (There was much more to the dream, but that was all that involved you...)
But my dream-self and real-self both impart the same sentiments: *Huggles* And I'm here to read anything you want to ramble on about. :)
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Blond haired guy? Maybe it's Salem. Was he, like, insanely tall?
Okay, I hope you can make sense of it in your head. You honestly wouldn't be bothering me with it though, but I know how you feel.
Um, insanely tall? Hmm... I don't know about insanely tall, but he was tall lol... I did wonder if it perhaps was Salem though lol.
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And: *more huggles* Thanks for caring.
Of course I care, there's no need to thank me lol. ^_~ *More huggles*
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