My name is Jillian Doherty. I live in a sunny place called Florida, I work at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, and I'm a writer.
This is me.
I don't think I've figured "me" out entirely yet,
......but this is it.
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Aloof: (adj.) 1. Not friendly or forthcoming; cool and distant.
2. Conspicuously uninvolved and uninterested, typically through distaste.
Lately, I haven’t cared about a lot of the choices I’ve been making. If you know me personally, or you’re in the magnet, you probably know about the latest. Stuff like that. I just do it without thinking now and I don’t know why.
My therapist diagnosed me as “self-destructive,” that I’m making choices because I don’t care about the consequences.
I simply….
don’t care.
I starve myself (not currently, but I relapsed over the summer — something I haven’t admitted until just now…if the internet counts), I do stupid things, I make decisions without thinking, I act on impulse.
I literally don’t care.
Jean (my therapist) said it was because of the personal stuff I’m going through (my dad — a recovering alcoholic — is drinking again, my parents are basically getting re-divorced, I’m choosing to live with my aunt instead of either my parents, I’ve been dealing with having to choose sides between my parents (again), My mother has no money to support herself and is looking everywhere for a job, My dad’s getting re-married (for the 3rd time), I had to meet her, My mom freaked out, We’re moving January 1st so I probably won’t even have a Christmas…..).
Everything has just been going .. out of control. Just like me.
My parents and family don’t know about…any of it. They just know that I have the aloof attitude that I didn’t have before. They’re trying to blame it on senioritis (and yeah, sure, sometimes I don’t read my psych on time and sometimes I forget to finish my homework, but nothing serious) but the definition of senioritis is as follows:
Senioritis: (noun) A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, sweatpants, athletic shorts, and sweatshirts. Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as graduation.
It’s not senioritis. It’s a problem. And I need help, but I don’t want it from my family.
Anonymous asked: What's your other blog?
http://www.secretsofmypsyche.tumblr.com
:)
it’s because ive follow so many people on this one that the posts from my actual friends from school get lost. does that make sense? anyway, i’ve decided to use both of them.
…..sorry for being difficult. hahahah
make sure it’s worth watching.” - Gerard Way
I wish I could just do make-up professionally.
so i come home from school. nap time. i walk into my room, lay in my bed, turn on the tv.
material girls? no, i’ll get too involved.
history channel program on the kkk? no.
americas got talent? no.
religious sermon? no.
law and order? no, ill get too involved and before i know it, ill be spending the entire night watching an endless marathon.
kids next door? fuck no.
icarly? perfect.
so im currently on my phone in american government class, dying of bored om because in all honesty i think american government is the most boring class in the school system.
i also think its really funny how one of the guys in my class is canadian and only in the states temporarily. we had to take a pretest about what we already knew about the us and our government and he was just like….um…what if i fail? haaha…i thought it was funny.
I’m gonna miss The Wiz.
I must fucking love making mistakes.