  I've been closely following the the diary of a girl on OD. She doesn't write a lot, but the diary has been going on for a couple of years now.
So, it has a decent amount of entries. I like it. Even I want to write like that. It has a different flair to it. She talks writes about her thoughts, about what she thought of the Paper Clip in Word helping you more than you wanted to be helped :-) But the difference is that it's not your typical angry or sad or complaining entry. They are thoughtful entries. Hmm... I don't have writing like that. Mine are just random incohorent babble.... if that is a word. She talked about how she first went to a psychoanlayst. I probably need to do too. Seriously.
Seems like I don't know the difference between fiction and reality. I hate the feeling of being sad. I would avoid it at all cost. I don't even like to see people getting sad on TV or in the movies. I change the channel whenever something sad is about to happen for any of the characters on TV. I'll close my eyes, I'll walk out of the room, I'll change the channel, I'll stop the video, I'll forward the parts, I'll do whatever to get past the parts where some character gets sad.
&nbsp; See... that's why I probably need a psychoanalyst. Oh since I'm talking about psycho stuff, let me tell you another thing. Though this really happened, it's not one of my delusions. But my parents always said that I was making it up. Though, I even have my cousin sister to corroborate (sp? ) the story. She'll swear that it happened. But nobody would believe her either. They'll think we were both cuckoos sharing a delusion. It happened when we were very small.
I was probably 5. And my cousin was probably 3. We were on the roof of our apartment building. And I swear this plane flew right over our heads. Very very very close! We even wanted to catch and restrain the plane with a rope! ;-) But it was a little too fast for a 5 and a 3 year old :-p Years later, my father wouldn't agree that a plane could go right over our heads... meaning just over a building. We're not making it up! It happened... really. It was on top of our head. Think about it... on the outskirts of the city.
And it was a building. I don't know how many floors it had, probably 5-6. And it was the roof. Surely a plane could be close. But anyway. Hmm... any more psycho stuff? let me think. Well I don't think there is... beyond the run of the mill stuff like depression, anxiety, esteem, etc.
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