|Spinning like a windmill...
||[Sep. 23rd, 2010|06:23 pm]
|[||I'm listening to
|||||Bolero de Ravel||]|
I have no allergies. I have no phobias. I do not suffer with bi-polar disorder, chronic depression, schizophrenia, asperger syndrome, ADHD, paranoia, bulimia, delusional disorder, dissociative disorder, melancholia, narcolepsy, epilepsy, obsessive compulsive disorder, anxiety attacks, pyromania, tourettes disorder, dissociative amnesia, cognitive disorder, body dysmorphic disorder, dissociative identity disorder, nor any other disorder that I cannot right now think of (the megre list above were just the ones that sprang to mind). I am, however, a mild trichotillomaniac, but it's not an issue. In short I have nothing to blame my mistakes and my shortcomings on other than not doing the right thing, for good or ill, at the time of action.
When I fail it is of my own doing. When I succeed, the same.