September 30, 2009
Surething
So I've decided to see a counselor. Why not? It will be good for me to get some of this stuff off my chest. A diary, however wonderful, does not always do the job.
I was encouraged by my friend Blue. I was upset today and bumped into him and he really helped me. We sat down and talked and he assured me that I'm not crazy or weird or anything like that. What I feel is natural. And I know that. But I'm tired of always thinking I'm in the wrong or feeling guilty because of my views and perspectives. So I'm seeking professional back-up.
Stupid best friends. I don't recommend them. All it is is a lot of work and a bag of excuses. No affection or encouragement!
scullerymaid at 12:43 a.m.