i'm barely even in highschool and i still find myself thinking about my childhood (as in elementary school years) with a sort of detachment? it's like a different kid lived through them and died and i was given the memories of a dead child and made to treat them as my own. i can rarely even picture what i was thinking of feeling in these memories, just what i did and how i reacted. i think my therapist's getting tired of the constant "how did that make you feel?" "i dont know" that i have going on. i'm sorry, i really don't know. sometimes i'll mention the most vivid childhood memories to my parents and find they never really happened and i'm so scared of being wrong
5/8/24
how to get a girlfriend no borax no glue but genuinely i think that having a girlfriend would cure all my problems,, also finals are coming out and i am barely passing most my classes. errr. oops!
