Hmm... I'm trying to write every 2 or 3 days at least. That way I don't have to keep you all up to date on everything that's going on in my life. But, unfortunately, I went to the doctor yesterday and ended up passing out a couple of times. Everyone thinks it was nerves because I'm "afraid of needles", but it wasn't. If anything, it was the fact that I've been under so much stress lately. Worrying about others while trying to keep my grades up at A's is hard work. It's funny how my family loves to call me selfish, but all I ever do is do things for them. I NEVER go out because I'm ALWAYS with my family. Does that sound selfish to you? I mean, for real. There's so many things that I could be doing with my life right now; so many things that would lead to a healthier latina, but no. I'm out here trying to help my family out. It's no wonder I have to go to a psychiatrist now. You see, this whole thing with G probably wouldn't have been such a big deal if I wasn't so stressed out. When you're under a lot of stress, the smallest things seem like the whole world is coming to an end. And that's why my hair is falling out, my weight's going up and down, can't think straight, I'm forever having headaches. But no one looks at me physically. NO, they just look at all the wrong I've done, not the wrong that's happening to me. But I guess I'll get this all figured out with the psychiatrist.
Always,
That mad confused latina...
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