I ate a bitta ice cream, wanting to take a Fish Oil Heart Formula, wishing Bluebonnet sold it in graduated cylinders 'stead capsules - I wished to take such but was anxious about mixing it with the 100IU alpha-tocopherol multi I just took: blood thinners may cause usually miniscule neural hemorrhages.
As the n-6 acid was not matched, I demanded a divided-dose multi as my parents didn't respond to crises until it sounded I have a problem.
I then told my dad I sometimes thought he keeps thinking I have a mental disorder over trivial crap, calling him illiterate, crazymaking, and dangerous and finally stating that the public school system is supposed to get people like me out of the ghetto and into the ivory towers.
It started with me roughly placing my endocrinology book on the table and then trying several times to concentrate on it while scratching my linoleic-inflamed scalp.
My parents are empathizing with me instead of writing me off today: are they thinking about what I say to them!?
My dad quaerabuntur definiutus and asked why I don't trust him to which I said he was mean to me and neglected many crises.
I'm closing my curtain until I get E-lows - hope peops pay attention to sentences!
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