During the weekend my dad said something along the lines that if I am mentally ill I have a ton of people fooled. I often wonder that too. I seem just fine… but then I remembered that is because I am in a “safe environment”. Change it and in a month you’ll get a bi-polar suicidal cutter who hides under tables when unable to escape and likely is not that pleasant to be around.

I also know that he often is not there during my less than favorable times. My mom was. I guess that is why she understands… that, and the fact that my dad is in denial when it comes to anything that might be bad about me, I believe.

My mom just tells it to me as it is. She knows I’d like to know the facts. She says I have a good outlook on it. Okay? Whatever. What is my outlook? I’m a medicated nutcase is just as simple as saying my eyes are brown. I am what I am. It seems it is a good thing to think that way. Heh.

Oh, yeah, I learned from the insight of my mother that the kid who told me I was likely going to be the next American psycho in my seventh grade math class had justification in saying that. How so? I asked her, based on when she saw me in my times of… needing medication and “safe environments”, if I was really that bad. She told me she could see why he said that. I of course responded with, “Well, crap.”

I guess it is all perspectives.

Let’s see now… notes.

Dad liked the present it seems.
Due to Labor Day he will be able to come down this weekend as well.
Once August is over, he’ll only have a month until he can stay down here for good.
My eldest brother’s birthday is September seventh.