Cannae wait for ma physiotherapy sessions tae end. Constantly huvin tae pit up with huvin assumptions made aboot ma character. Which ah dinnae correct 'cause that could be seen as me gettin' aw defensive.
Kinda wish it wus just me and Minaj (the Indian fella) since it's hard tae be around a bunch o' wimmin who constantly judge ye everytime ye when ye need to rest after a few minutes. Tryin' tae get tae know me personally, when am no there fur small talk. Get inside ma heid, which isnae a pleasant place when ye struggle with depression and anxiety as ah do.
And whole being afraid of them, which is nonsense, but understandable considering ma sheltered upbringing, which instill a sense of mistrust in everybuddy who isn't family. Despite the fact, my immediate family are some of the most violatile, hateful, closed-minded, dumb, immature, insenstive, dis-honest, entitled wimmin ah huv met in ma life. Harsh, but true.
Aye, they do good things for me, but ah don't believe it's done outta any sense of being kind or caring. Because it always seems forced, even simply asking for help is met with a disapproving groan. Yet anyone else other than me, they can't get off their arses quick enough.
Also, ah feel like they'd rather not have to care for me, really. Ah mean, deep down ah feel they really despise me more than think highly of me. Y'know because ah still value things like honesty, respect, and beng grateful.
But then I'm pretty much the outcast, the freak, the weirdo and the black sheep o' ma family. An afterthought in many ways. :sad:
Sorry, just rambling about ma current situation and because my relatives were round for a visit yesterday, and it was quite fascinating how ma mum made their need a priority over mine, even though I was asking for much or for her to help with something.