Maybe, IDK, fragmented thoughts scatter here and there so fast that anger can seep through my pores so easily during the night. Mum should book an appointment for me soon, since she thinks so too. I also need to get back my results for the horrible blood test I had a couple of weeks ago, but I'm too scared to look at the report. I'm scared that things have become worse for me. Really, why can't I just be healthy like everyone else? What if my angina turns into something worse like heart disease? What am I going to do? What will my family do? How will I tell my friends? What's going to happen to a mere 16 year old such as me? I thrive off of truth, and this might just be a great deal of overkill to handle. I hate having people worry about me. I would hate to need people more than they need me. I hate feeling useless. I kind of hate me too.
But yes, doctor and psychologist appointment, this weekend. Sweet baby Jesus help me.
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