Yeah. It is the name of a play that's coming out that my mom's looking forward to (she's a Harry Potter fan. I remember being a Harry Potter fan when I was a kid, even writing some stories for it which...weren't very good, admittedly) but there's also the matter of the whole troubled/mistreated youth thing. Mostly at the hands of school teachers. And yeah, I admit there are times when I'm not sure where I'm going. I know my family probably perceives me as being some sort of monster. I know that one of those things Mom talks about was how I was kind of a monster at seventeen years old, when I was really just going through a lot of crap. I wasn't a monster; I was really just a scared kid. Just like I wasn't the bad demon child some of my teachers saw me as -- I was just a child with learning difficulties and such. I wasn't a bad child. And what I'm going through now -- I'm not a bad person. I know that in one argument I had with my dad over something really freaking trivial, he pulled the "we do so much for you" card. But honestly? They're not doing anything for me now; they're not comforting me, they're not acknowledging that I'm at least in a lot of emotional distress, they're pressuring me to basically just shut up...they're just terrible. I hate them.

Yeah. I do remember discussing the locked-outside thing with my brother, and he did say not to worry about it too much. I think he may be right, as my therapist said that it's over and I never have to see these people again. Thank God.

Yeah. Maybe there are certain masculine traits I need to acknowledge in myself? And I don't remember the part that caused the fear reaction, unfortunately -- I think my brain blocked it out.