• Mood: grumpy
• Music: Evanescence - Like You

I'm not broken

Why is it that I'm apparently not allowed to not look forward to therapy? I mean, social phobic, people! I'll do whatever the heck they want me to do, but I know it won't be a walk through the park. So excuse me for not jumping for joy. I'll do that when they fix me. If they fix me.

I don't really believe they will. I've been this way all my life, I really don't think that's going to change within three months.

And I can't even tell anyone about how I feel, because then they just start yelling at me. "You have to believe, or the therapy won't work, and you should be happy that you're finally going to be normal and I can actually allow myself to be seen with you!" Yeah, thanks mom. This is why I never talk to you.

I don't even know if I really want to be "normal". Normal is boring. I'd like to not have to be afraid of everything, though. But if there's any way, I think I'll just stay slightly weird with a touch of silly.

Because that's just me.

Love,
Basket Case

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