Boy was utterly perplexed by why I broke into tears when he told me his sister probably couldn't use the present I gave and then started babbling about fucking up the pies. I knew it wasn't about the pies, but I couldn't tell him what it WAS about. I just felt horrible about being alive all of a sudden.
Heh. I was never going to be a Type 1. I have been leaving my whole life. Involved in too many clubs. Got my driver's license the minute I could. Moved away for school and never came back. And that makes it all sound horrible. My childhood wasn't bad. For the most part my parents were supportive of what I wanted to be and do. There were always some neuroses in the way they did things, but who doesn't have those?
I think prioritizing your sanity is the way to go! It's taken me a long time to make myself who I am. I need to hang on to it.
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Date: 2010-12-28 01:56 am (UTC)Heh. I was never going to be a Type 1. I have been leaving my whole life. Involved in too many clubs. Got my driver's license the minute I could. Moved away for school and never came back. And that makes it all sound horrible. My childhood wasn't bad. For the most part my parents were supportive of what I wanted to be and do. There were always some neuroses in the way they did things, but who doesn't have those?
I think prioritizing your sanity is the way to go! It's taken me a long time to make myself who I am. I need to hang on to it.