actually somebody had told me that they don't really know how to help me... sometimes they just tolerate if i wanted to isolate myself. and sometimes some of them accompany me when i haven't eaten my lunch. the problem with me is that i resist to feel thankful and most of the time i feel that they're doing these kind deeds with a bad intention. they say that they keep on comforting me. but honestly i don't feel comforted. they get frustrated if i ask for reassurance again and again.
somehow, i can see too that they care. but when i ask if nobody's mad at me, there again they get upset...
i'll just see if i can see a psychiatrist tomorrow.
thanks...