A couple of months ago I went through a bad stage. I managed to make everyone believe that I got through it and I'm fine. I'm not. I'm far from fine. If you could walk past me in the street you wouldn't think I have any abnormal problems. My...issues are haunting me. I've seen a shrink, talked to the school teachers, I even talked to my mum. She told me I was exactly like my father. Not that I knew him, he left when I was one, came back and disappeared when I was three and my sister a new-born. Anyway, he stole too. From my mum's flat. And gave it to his new 'girlfriend'. You might be reading this thinking that I need to get over it and move on, but see everytime I try, something reminds me. I can walk past the place I did something and it will hit me like someone shot me. I'm not over-reacting, just in case you think I am. Everywhere I go, it feels like something is holding a stake in my heart and blocking my air ways. I can act normally, even my best friend can't tell I'm hurting and she knows me better than anyone. I hope by the end of this year this feeling will have vanished. I'm on a mission. A mission to make sure I change. To make sure I never do anything that will embarrass the people I love.
- Lizzi.
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