You know, there are times when I'm obsessed about the past, and I mean helplessly. Like I don't want to think of anything else; just the past. It makes me so angry, so I just want to focus on my anger, not wanting other people to calm me down, because that feels like they're trying to suppress me. Not even the thought of doing things I enjoy brings me to the present. It's sad; during these periods, not even my mother's affection convinces me to forget the past. I don't want to forget the past sometimes. And this fact just makes my mother even more worried. I'm more upset about the fact that I can't get past my own obsessions to see her distress. I feel like an awful person.
