| | I am back from the hospital. I guess most of you (really everyone who knows me) never knew I was gone, nor cared to follow up, since my erratic behavior tends to be self-isolating while pretending to be gone partying or studying, I am really only somewhere alone, moping. And while I shouldn't blame you, I can't help but do so.
Why didn't you care? I disappear for days on end, drop from sight, from Facebook, from school, from talking to you, and you never even noticed. Of if you did noticed, why weren't you in the least worried? Did you really think I was fine, when I had been crying for a month?
I feel so wronged because I know I would do this in a heartbeat for you.
Well good riddance and all of that. I made better friends in the nuthouse than I've ever had outside of it.
Wait a minute, I'm not quite done with you. Are you afraid of me? Afraid of the stigma that surrounds the fact that I'm not quite right in the head? Afraid the sadness is contagious if you were to, just for once, sympathize?
Well of course, who wants to be around sad/crazy people anyway. Why can't they just stop moping and feel better. Snap out of it.
Fuck all of you who think that mental illnesses are a) illusions, b) attention-seeking behavior, c) can be cured by Scientology, d) something everyone goes through (and therefore easily gotten over/cured). I'm sick to death of the stigma. I'm sick of lying to people so they don't run away in terror or just rather avoid and talk about me behind my back.
Thank you to those people who have stuck with me and love me for who I am even though I'm a crazy bitch. You know who you are, because I've told you over and over again not to leave me and that I love you like crazy. If you have any doubts about if I love you or not, I probably don't and this post is about you.
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| | Posted 5/12/2009 8:12 PM - 30 Views - 16 eProps - 8 comments
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