I know what I need to do. I need to talk to mom… and dad, and admit I need, no, would like help. This is my responsibility. If I don’t carry through with it, all future pain of myself and others is completely and entirely my fault.
You know what I realized? I’m fine! No, truly I am! If I focus on positive things and don’t think about what’s wrong, I really am fine. I don’t need help, I just need to be better.
Sure, I’m fine, if fine means never dealing with your problems and just tolerating them instead of ridding yourself of them. I’m fine if fine means I’m a scaredy-cat, lazy loser. I’m fine if fine means I’m content with a half-life.
WHY WON’T I FACE MY PUNY PROBLEMS?!?!!!