My love has Schizophrenia.

I have a terrible phobia of erections (Medorthophobia), and I cried over it, even though I knew it was ridiculous. Man, I feel dumb.

I miss my father, and when I get to hug him, I pretend it lasts longer than it really does.

Everyday I wish my sister would care more about others instead of herself, and when I say others, I mean me. I mean, she gives me her attention, but not exactly the attention I'm looking for.
When I say "I love you." she doesn't answer, even if I say it as a joke, just to see if she'll respond. I'm hopelessly looking for the attention that I'll probably never get from her.

Lately, I've had trouble handling being yelled at by adults. I get a huge knot in my throat like I'm about to cry.
I almost cried in Science last week when I couldn't figure out how to solve a problem and he was yelling at everyone who couldn't do it. I feel so dumb.

Goodness.


Yay, whining.