*hugs @ Rav* :friends: <3 you still.
Warning: Rant ahead.
Me? Somewhat relieved but peeved off. I confronted Josh for the first time today in ages, and my ***, that boy had the guts to turn his back on me and the guts to lie to my face over certain subjects. I was really ready to lose it over him, but I said to myself "he's not worth it, and the last thing you need right now is to deal with ***** like him. Dealt with it with daniel for a while not gonna put up with it again. Just turn your back to him and walk away." Wait...I controlled my anger for once by doing that.
So I backed off, until he left a nasty message on my facebook under his little sister's user account. Cos he's just that little bit lucky that if no one was at Marie's place today I would've lost it with him, I still have self-control issues on or off the meds. Which I'm back on them now. Kinda got sick of lectures and do and don'ts from a number of people, so I demanded to my doctor today that he gives me those stronger meds, and yes, I told him I was off them, and ******* boy, never seen Dr Sandra so **** ****** at me in my life. Sorry but the lecture of 'you need this for not only yourself but the people who care about you as well' went one ear and out the other, I'm a stubborn little **** at times when I want things go my way (****, it's a woody family trait). I told him that I didn't need them and that I'm okay at the moment, didn't convince him too well. Well, maybe it would ******* help if the doctor's psychologist got her ******* act together and booked me an appointment and stop stuffing me around. Of course my sister had something to say about my medication, knowing her.
I don't know what's more frustrating to hear - my friend bugging me to get back on my medication or my sister complaining that I'm on too much medication and I'm happier off them for the time being. ****'s sakes. I hate the inability to think for myself at times when I have so many people telling me to do the opposite to what everyone tells me to do. My sister's paranoid that's all, now that Mum has told me (a bit ******* late, woman) about anyone in the family being on anti-psychotics and is really skeptical of them (pfft hypocrite) and that every word should go through one ear and the other (again, a bit ******* late woman since sis had me convinced that I was fine and to get all my demons out I just needed to talk to someone, again, do I have to mention the psychologist?). I don't feel like I've done it for myself, and I know I haven't done it for myself, which is probs something I need to work on and I'll be treated like a child in the psychologist room, sorry, I spent most of my teen years in the councillor's office and I've got something against psychologists I don't know, Josh my bro in law is an exception, I DO trust that man with a lot of secrets and why the **** do I need to wait and pay for a psychologist when I go to Josh for free? Pfft. He came in uber drunk from a Buck's night the other night and he stopped and laughed at me saying "you stoned? you're on crack or something?" me "no..why? could you give me drug money to spend on smokes?"" josh "don't ******* lie..." as much as my best friend doesn't drink, well, Tabitha, I sure feel sorry for her when she has to be around anyone of our family, even sober, we're a bunch of loons.
Where was I again? Oh yeah.... And now I have found out the reason why Josh isn't talking to me - Matt. I was like wtf? Do you realise where he lives right now? A little town in England.....(we're both country people). He told me that he was angry that I hadn't told him. Which is a completely different reason what he gave Marie, so wtf am I supposed to think about him right now?
I basically said to him that my personal life was none of his business and that I didn't need to answer to him. I tell people who I want to tell about Matt and I and he wasn't one of them, because I felt like I didn't need to answer to his demands.
I'm not his sister nor am I family, and there are things that I don't tell Tabitha or Heather (oh on the subject of her, ran into her mother today, at the shops which was nice. By the way that she treated me today, i think heather had hinted to Carol that something had gone drastrically wrong with me and daniel and i was the one forced to leave wagga not the other way around, like she reckons it should've been that way...which now I'm hearing reports from Heather, that Daniel's giving **** atm cos she was there the night that I snapped for good).
Beck told me not to lose it at Josh when I left her place this morning, but man, I was trying so hard to control myself and top of the lies and the deciet he's hurt other people that I care about with. The fight's getting rather stupid to be honest - he's come down to insulting me behind my back, cos he doesn't have the guts to face me and say it to my face. I prefer people say it to my face than behind my back.
Anyway, I'm getting blonde streaks in my hair tomorrow which is good
I just can't remain one colour, lol, it's merely impossible for me to remain one colour. I think I'm getting paranoid or something, but I can feel like an open cut down my wrist/arm for some odd reason. And I hate having cuts on my arms/wrists. Reminds me of the ol' cutting ways of woody and I've tried to avoid getting any part of my arm cut or if it happens, I want to get rid of it immediately.
Tabitha's moving to Broken Hill soon, cos of stupid James....grr...
Amen to Jack and his
Girl, You Have No Faith in Medicine and every other song I'm daydreaming about him performing....Well, a girl can dream can't she? Woo,
Blue Orchid, my not so happy song....but still, woo!
Can I take a breath now? *breathes*