I told my guidance counselor everything today. It was easier then i thought it would be actually. She was pretty open about talking about everything. She even gave me a list of a few T to go see. It was just hard sitting down and getting it all out there i guess.

The only down thing about this was that my parents now have to know. Lets just say that the car ride home with my dad was almost unbearable. My dad doesn't like admitting things. This is going to be one of them. He basically told my guidance counselor she was wrong. I talked to her after she spoke with my dad. Don't get me wrong he's a good guy but sometimes he just prefers to push things away.
What also is hard is this all happened when I was suppose to be in English. I saw that teacher later and told him where i was and i don't think he really believed me. He told me to go to the office and get in confirmed. I don't know why it bothered me so much but it did. I don't like him thinking i skipped his class. Oh well its to late now. I guess if it really comes down to it my counselor can verify where i was.

Sometimes it just feels like everything has to be so hard. Even when you are trying to get help. I feel like i'm crazy, when so many people think you're just faking it and making it all up you start to wonder if they're right. Who knows anymore. Maybe i have lost my mind