Dad: [walks in acting like a zombie]
Dad: I AM THE MUMMY! Or the Daddy. Now I'm confused.
Me: I pick confused.
Oh my dad. Then he spouted some fairytale about soviet union prince and princesses who got defeated by democracy.
FUCK YES I GOT IN.
Pre-school teaching here I come.
So I complain to my dad that I do too many dumb things and he tells me that what I have is a medical condition.
That drives a nail in the coffin. That I can't stop it because it's medical.
I've become so paranoid now. Of everything. Of everyone. I can't talk to anyone anymore without feeling like a gigantic heel. I want to fix things, but I don't know where to start. I don't know what to do. And I'm all alone. There's no one there to stand beside me, no one to hold my hand and that's all right in a way;. I can't expect others to be there all the time for me.
But I am so alone.
I don't know who to turn to. I feel terrible each passing day and I can't stop crying.
I like to think I'm not invisible. But now more than ever, I am invisible.