Understood?
07.06.04 | 9:59 a.m.
Mood: Blech
Music: Just Communication (English) - Gundam Wing
Maybe it won't be so immediate after all.
They (we) are still coping, just as they (we) have always been doing for fourteen years.
Hopefully, by the end of all this, the papers will be signed.
Did I mention that I hate social workers?
They're the same as counselors. They give good advice, but the advice is always forgotten later on in the day.
It's like going to the doctor.
80% of the people who come out of the doctor's office forget half of what the doctor had said to them. Unless they have perfect memory or they took notes.
Mom probably expects me to actually talk to them. But seriously, she expects me to confide in strangers when I can't even confide in my own "close" friends.
Of course, maybe that's just stubborn of me.
After all, just because they don't know me, doesn't mean they don't understand.
I've been going through my entire life looking for someone to understand. But now I realize that I don't really need anyone to.
I don't perfectly understand others. And they don't have to do the same for me.
I don't need anyone else to understand me. I understand myself perfectly.
Heh. Understood?
~ whenDee