I had a long chat on MSN with a close friend, and I think I know what the problems is.
You see, after that whole episods of me puking my guts out in my own room, I think I am suffering from depression and needs medical help. I mean, this is not normal, being suicidal is not normal. Besides having to clean my room full of puke, and blood, I guess I am okay.
Someone says that I sound very possessive. I wasn’t really. I was trying to protect L, I tried too hard. I was worried.