I'm Crazy by DSM-IV Standards

People always say the hardest thing to admit is that you aren't perfect... the hardest thing for me to admit is that I might actually be crazy. It's not like everything in my life doesnt point me in that direction. All the clues, hints and what not that have trailed along the way like little puzzle pieces just waiting to be picked up and fit within the greater framework. It's not that honesty is a quality that is lost on me, it's that it's a challenge I would much rather not take on head first.

Based on the five seconds of research I've done on symptoms and the hours of poring over my boring abnormal psych text book my third semester at Dawson, I think Borderline Personality Disorder isn't such a stretch. Moreover, it is clear to me that I am definitely a candidate for Attachment Disorder as demonstrated by my past few sessions with the Warden.

Now, I know it's very easy to pinpoint the DSM-IV criteria/symptoms to situations in my life that would make me believe that these disorders hit a lot closer to home than a chapter in my school textbook but I'm starting to believe that my whole life leads me to that conclusion.

My attachment to friends, people, songs, clothes, pictures and other memorabilia are just so indicative of this bullshit. I'm clearly not in the mood to get detailed. 

We'll make it a later date.