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Jan. 27th, 2006 08:15 pm
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Section 4 of The Mourning Tree has been updated to the end of a section, so basically has new stuff in it for any whizz kid who managed to read that far. Anyone who wants files via email can still do so.
Today I went to see my lovely lady psychologist again and talked about stuff which is important but embarrassing to talk about, like my obsessive need to sit with my back to the wall in restaurants so that people can't come up behind me without me knowing, because I hate that. I think it dates back to two sad girls at my primary school deciding it was funny to spy on me, to which my response was to sit with my back to the wall so I could see the idiots there. Dimwads.
Basically I want to be loved, and I have an intrinsic feeling that I'm not (excluding my family, who love me obviously, but they kinda don't count because they have to and that's not the point what was my point? oh yes...) It's no reflection on you lot, really, and I'm not saying 'you secretly hate me, don't you? DON'T YOU?' but more a thing about me and the way I relate to the world. What I really want is somebody just for me who I can be close to and tell stuff to and not have to worry about the dumb stuff I sometimes blurt for no good reason at all.
I'm thinking of placing an ad, actually XD
"WANTED: One boy. Must be tall, smart and affectionate. Able to be quiet when I need to be quiet or let me be when I have a migraine. Resigned to losing me to the internet sometimes. Should appreciate the wonders of sci-fi. Preferably the owner of a good sense of humour. A liking for football can be tolerated. Must be capable of weathering weird mental contortions and obsessive worrying, preferably able to create distractions. If you can reach for stuff from high shelves that otherwise require chair-climbing, that would be great. Call 01234 567891."