So... I'm in therapy at my school. I haven't had a session in 3 weeks because of Spring Break, and I won't have another for a week and a half, but I wish it was tomorrow. I feel like I'm going crazy. I feel like parts of me are going to break off and I'm going to explode and I'm going to be irreparably damaged and insane. I don't know what's going on. I need Derek here to hold me and keep me together, but sometimes he's part of the problem. Not often. But sometimes. I can't ever tell him this, though, because he's apparently been the cause of a few people seeing a therapist, and if I told him that sometimes he makes me feel crazy, I think it would break his heart. Every time he considers this, I can see the pain in his eyes, thinking he's hurt me in some way.
I'm sorry. I'm rambling. I'm just afraid to go to sleep. I'm terrified I'll have nightmares, and if I do, I'm going to need Derek, but he won't be here. A year and two months. That's all I have left.
I'm going to force myself to go to sleep now, and hope for the best. We'll see. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe we're all crazy. Who knows.
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