Today I discovered that I am ashamed to be human. That sounds bad... but I am. No wait, right after I wrote that I thought to myself:"There are many writers out there that don't write like her... why should she make me feel bad about myself?! I am my own person,"
Although sometimes I doubt it. I lie. For any of you who don't know this, I have a problem I think. I just need someone to tell! I would feel ashamed of myself x56795876539 if I told anyone. I still really want this therapist I was telling my mom about wanting. She discarded the idea like she discards many of my hobbies. I think I shall emphasize it tonight. I. WANT. A. THERAPIST. I just want someone to talk to. Someone who will listen to me, and someone who will tell me what to do next because I am not sure. I am going to end this now. I know all of my entries have been short, it is because I am on a mission. Muahaha.
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