Come Out Virginia...

...dont let me wait. The catholic girls start much to late, ohhh but sooner or later it comes down to fate....

Yes- I'm willing to admit... I like being angelic. I like not doing to many things wrong. I like that when I do something wrong, people notice- people gte concerned. The pills and alcohol? I had everyone worried. The eating issue? People up in arms again... the difference is.. I know I am a good kid and do not f-up often. I know tha tI am okay so it can be funny watching people freak out. And then you reach a turning point....

The turning point was when the freakouts became constant and annoying. I cannot take listening to PD yell at me and threaten me. I do not have any dependency and addiction problems with ANY of my vices... I have to pretend like I understand. I have to pretend like I understand where he is coming from and have to pretend like I am genuinly concerned for myself. I think that I play the part well. I think they are all convinced. They are convinced that they have convinced me that I have a problem... the difference is.. even if they do not know it.. I am still winning. I do not believe a word they say. Is it horrible not to trust your friends? I do not trust a single one. Everyone besides possibly PD has betrayed me or hurt me in some way... and once you have done something against me once.. I will remember it. I hold grudges. Flaw. I got it. That.. right there.. that is considered a problem. The other things are just me being young and crazy.