fuck.

[gala_apples]

i hate when this shit happens. i'm all ready and raring to feel sorry for myself, and then i hear about someone else, and i feel worse for them then i do for myself, so i cant feel bad about myself anymore.
for example, i had a panic attack in the morning one day at school. i'm all ready to bitch about it at lunch with my friends, when i find out that Carolyn's sister got ran over by a car. how am i supposed to feel sorry for myself now? though, that happening did cause me to stress out so badly the guidence counsellor took me to the phone, so i could call my dad, who took me to the hospital.
or now, i've started ripping skin off my fingers, cause the blood makes me calmer. i thought that was a big deal. but then i read the girl who friended me's journal, and she's had so much shit in her life, i just want to hug her.
oh! and smack everyone in her life, cause most of them seem to suck, and i find violence fun.
i'm supposed to be seeing a head doctor by now, but i'm not. stupid waiting list. with all these damn bad dreams, i'm falling asleep sitting on the couch at like 6 in the evening. arrgh.
but, that's the last people are going to hear about 'bad depressed staci' becuase people don't want to hear about it.
staci.

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[tecko-lover.livejournal.com]

No...don't be afraid to talk about this. People do listen. :)

[(Anonymous)]

hospital waiting lists suck. i also ended up there through a guidance cousnellor. AND i also pick the skin off of my fingers. how utterly cool is that. head doctors suck. just to let you know.