Rah

Why when I clearly don’t want to talk, do people continue to talk to me. I’m sat in the car after an exam and I can’t be bothered talking and have nothing to talk about, and my mum starts asking me loads of questions. So I just one word answer them because there shouldn’t be a problem with that but then she starts asking if I’m in a mood. Like bruh I wasn’t but now you’ve asked me I am. 

Sometimes I just sit and try and force a thought through my head but it’s like my brain is hollow. Imagine if our brains were hollow and you could open them like a chest to put stuff in it. That’s cool. Or sometimes I’ll start thinking of something in my head but then another thing overrides it and I can’t think back to the previous thing. Oh gurl who is you

I think I’m coming on soon because everyone is really getting on my tits. I honestly rate I have Pmdd. I wouldn’t be surprised if I did. I hope I have something Diagnosable. Not because I want to say I’m diagnosed with something but because that would be an answer as to why I act the way I do sometimes, and so I know I’m not just a cunt for the sake of it. Like that’s not actually who I am that’s just how I act sometimes. This makes sense in my head but not really written down.