I like a guy, who might be gay. And a wonderful guy likes me, but I’m pushing him away. I got drunk in a room full of people I’m not suppose get drunk from, and they all got pissed at me.
I probably have many more problems I should tell a shrink instead. Like – when my parents came to visit during thanksgiving, I almost lost control when I realized how fake my dad is the entire time, how I couldn’t stand him, but couldn’t hate him because he installed all the shelves I couldn’t install onto my wall when he couldn’t say all the things he wanted to say.
Then my mom called me and cried, and I cried, for 3 hours. She told me she calls me because she worries I’m still sad over my life, and I tell her she is really calling me because she couldn’t get over stuff herself. But really – we are both calling each other because we have too many secrets we couldn’t possibly share with anyone else.
