For once, I discovered something about myself thanks to the meetup with the school psychologist.
I think that's a first.
I can't talk about my problems, because when I start talking about them, I start to cry as well. But when I start crying, I can't talk. I love the simple logic behind this one.
Today I finally could talk about things that have been on my mind for some time, but which I haven't said out loud because I don't necessarily feel like ruining any remnants of something which happened a long time ago.
It wouldn't be beneficial to me and only the other party would get hurt. Or so I'd like to think.
I've also discovered the yin yang in action and this has left me with feelings of gratitude I hope to be able to express today. Something tells me I won't, but in these cases, it's really the thought that matters.
I'm slightly disliking the person I was today and I will try to change that.Just a little bit will help.
I'm probably jinxing it with this sentence, but I think I'm making slow progress and for some reason, this comforts me.
Though I'm going to be seriously upset.(Why did I write that? Oh well)
The thing I want to do the most at the moment is curl up somewhere warm and sleep. I'm emotionally exhausted and I don't think I'm completely done with it for the day, because for a while, the urge to cry has been lingering about. So let's see what Fate has prepared for me, hm?
Also, this post is sort of meant simply to write out some of the feelings or confusion or decisions I have been feeling/have made. And to let you know that I'm still not over my teenage problems.
Monday playlists are fun,
H.
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