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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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So today was my first day at the psychiatrist.
I wrote a whole lot explaining it...but then I deleted it. I was reliving it as I was writing it. I was scared. I promised myself I would let her help me... So I poured it all out. All the things I avoid talking about, the things I try to forget... the memories... I was reliving all that. And all she did was draw a diagram of my life. Also, the more I talked, the more she mentioned the ADD. I wish she just forgot. I told her how I don't like meds. Then I had to tell her why... All apart of the "emo baggage" thing. She looked shocked. I tried to lighten the mood nonetheless. Oh how I hated talking during that time. Might as well just rip my heart out and examine it. I felt so vulnerable. I never opened up so quickly. I never open up to strangers. I had no choice. I hate talking about things, specially these things. I felt so on the spot. Vulnerable like a deer in headlights. Wednesday I go again. No other choice. This time she will read all I have to say. I am too scared to say anything more. I feel like an open wound. This is only the beginning. I am scared. Jenny at 7:27 PM
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