I'm kind of afraid.
No. I'm very afraid.
I think something is wrong with me. I don't know what, but I've been feeling off the past few days. For the most part I've been okay, but on Tuesday...it was...weird, that's all I can really say. I was telling some of my other friends about college and how another friend and I were going to be golf and 'miniature bowling' buddies. Someone caught me and we started laughing about it. And I kept laughing. I barely managed to explain that we were also going to shop for dorm pets, including, possibly, a turtle for me.
And in the middle of that I started crying. At first I thought I was laughing so hard that tears were coming out of my eyes, but I was actually crying. I covered it...but the same thing happened today.
Maybe I'm not getting enough sleep--I don't know. But I got home from school today and I just died on the sofa. I woke up around six thirty when my mother was calling me for dinner...so I'm rested, but I'm still upset.
The hysteria thing happened again today. I was in 8th period, which is Latin, and I was telling my friends about a great philosophical profunditity I'd realized. May is 'yam' spelled backwards. This had been a big joke in the period previously and again, we started laughing. And I felt the tears come.
It's...dissassociating. I didn't really feel anything, the joke was silly, but it wasn't anything hysterical and the crying wasn't about anything. One of my friends made the comment that I seemed to be getting worse every day, like a half life. I'm scared of what tomorrow will bring.
I don't know what's up with me, but I feel like something is terribly, terribly wrong. I haven't really done anything within the last few days--I've been watching TV, which I never do, only when I'm sick. I've considered that, because my dad is sick as well, but that doesn't account for it.
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know....
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Cherubino
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It's the b***h of Living
And living in your head
It's the b***h of Living
And sensing God is Dead
And living in your head
It's the b***h of Living
And sensing God is Dead
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But then again this could just be some weird passing thing? is there anything else weird going on in your life? Or is this just totally out of the blue?
Either way, I'd reccommend talking to someone who knows about this sort of thing, especially if it gets any worse.
I hate to make it sound scary, but 18-20 is the time when serious mental disorders tend to crop up. It has something to do with brain development.
But, anyway, tha just servees to underine my point that you really ought to tell someone.