Today i had a manic/panic attack in front of my sunday school class at church. I started telling my class how they weren't supportive and i liked cosmetology school better than church because i felt more support. I do feel more support at school; which is odd, because i feel like my educator and my friends wants me to be the best i can be. The thing about church, is we don't talk about our problems or sins with one another, only with our bishop. Which, makes it very difficult to support one another in trials and tribulations, since we don't know each others weaknesses.
I started talking about how i drink coffee, and that i have struggled with addictions in the past. How, I have had troubles with guys and just started trusting one, who hopefully will lead up to my high expectations. I finally left and went home. When i told my dad what had happened. He started laughing, because seriously I had been so up front and honest. I feel like hardly anyone comes clean anymore. I then talked to my dad about how the words kept coming and i couldn't control them. My sunday school teacher told me he loved having me in his class. Which, helped me feel a little more positive about church. I appreciate that comment. He said he appreciates my comments in class, which means a lot because i love talking but i'm very insecure when i talk a lot. I feel like everyone would rather have me be quiet than talk. That's why.
Quite frankly I would just like today to be over.
Devil wears Prada was a good movie
I love music
ab workout was fun
50 squats was fun
dancing was fun
being happy was fun
:)
xoxox,
coco chanelle
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