Well. Tonight was a thing that happened.
Does anybody else's parents take them out in public to deliver news they think you're going to freak out about because you won't do it in public, or is it just mine?
I mean, I've had one actually major freak out in my life, a couple months ago, and everything else...has been kind of standard. ...And okay, fine, I ran blindly into the woods at camp and broke my ankle and everything. But that was more a obvious response since I was so tired of fighting, and I picked the flight option instead. I've been drunk once in my life, and even though I'm kind of high right now, it's because I used an actual prescription painkiller to help with pain. One that Pere got for me and checked the dosage of.
Apparently, wanting to be alone, the thing where I'm not really talking more than I have to, and the whole not having friends thing means I'm psychologically fucked up. Enough that they decided I need a therapist to cope with all of this. And then, to make it even worse, they said that if I didn't choose to do it, there was no way that they were paying the conservatory if it didn't happen.
So, to make a really long story short, they're looking for somebody for that now. I guess it could be worse and all, and I don't know that I'm fucked up enough to need it, or just a shitty person in general, but apparently saying that part was a problem. But hey, I'll give it a SHOT at least?
It's something, I guess, right?