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Bear in mind, a lotta these posts are of interest to normal people. - This is my diary available online to get help from others. I never mean any harm. My thoughts may appear scattered at times, but I bring it together. Some things may not make sense to you..
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
My Day
I think I will take my 1st college math class (I was in one before but didn't finish) in the summer. I think I can handle 2 during the regularly timed semester. I want 1 to be science..
So, something I should probably tell you. I was at the psychiatrist office, and my mom driving me there kept thinking I had to be like my dad in a disgusting way. Later on, she acted like this was a deliberate message of punishment, ruining my school life and everything.
In the office, she sat away from the spot I chose, where we usually sit. Someone came in and scuffled like saying, "So, that's the daughter." I didn't like that. I scuffled my own shoes, and then she acted all tacky and triumphant like she knew what I did and who I was and that I couldn't have it, when she herself sent a message by scuffling. The husband looked at me smiling, and I just looked back and said why are you looking at me. Later on, a family sat behind me and was saying how I could not have a relationship. I moved my chair up in annoyance and finally moved over. Then, the youngest, a boy, looked at me, and I was listening to music and asked why.
My psychiatrist got mad when I told him he misdiagnosed me and kept speaking out against me and saying how my parents didn't have to support me.
So, something I should probably tell you. I was at the psychiatrist office, and my mom driving me there kept thinking I had to be like my dad in a disgusting way. Later on, she acted like this was a deliberate message of punishment, ruining my school life and everything.
In the office, she sat away from the spot I chose, where we usually sit. Someone came in and scuffled like saying, "So, that's the daughter." I didn't like that. I scuffled my own shoes, and then she acted all tacky and triumphant like she knew what I did and who I was and that I couldn't have it, when she herself sent a message by scuffling. The husband looked at me smiling, and I just looked back and said why are you looking at me. Later on, a family sat behind me and was saying how I could not have a relationship. I moved my chair up in annoyance and finally moved over. Then, the youngest, a boy, looked at me, and I was listening to music and asked why.
My psychiatrist got mad when I told him he misdiagnosed me and kept speaking out against me and saying how my parents didn't have to support me.
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