“Can I do this? Can I do any of this? My heart, soul and head
sure seem unable to do this. I’m so scared all the time and I just don’t know
what to do anymore. I just want attention and love. I want love so badly. I
want physical contact and to be held and cared for. I want too much. And it
pushes people away. Not only that but it seems that what I want is always
unattainable. I miss Max but the wound is healing. Now I just feel like a fool.
I always feel like a fool. I don’t know what I’m doing and it shows. I’m lost
and I’m drowning like a sinking ship. I left the clinic under the delusion I
was in control and now, after the explosion, I am left with the bits of
shrapnel of my dream. I am lost. A part of me believes I need someone to feel
better, and yeah, it would work- temporarily. What I need is to fix myself. A
J.K. Rowling said, “Rock bottom became the foundation I built my life on.” At
school I’m distracted. Very much actually. And, obviously, it’s by a guy. He’s
a puzzle. I better go to sleep. Also, I don’t know what else to say except for
the fact that John and I are barely speaking and when we do speak, all we do is
fight. In fact, I fight with everyone. I don’t know anymore. I’m even fighting
with Nick. This is depressing me. I’m going to get to bed.”
E.H.
E.H.
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