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All I can do is apologise. To you, to all of you. I take things too seriously, over think, under think. Assume, presume and generally make an ass of myself. I'm scared, so scared, so worried. In my mind I'm being constantly judged by everyone. They're taking account of everything I say, everything I do. So I need to be careful. If I do something wrong, I need to say sorry. It must be down to anxiety. That or my weird, weird head. I don't know. I can't explain it. Explaining is what I do damnit! I'm so scared of putting my foot out of line with the people I love, I over apologise and that ends up doing more damage than good- so I apologise for that too. Retarded is what it is.

I don't really want to talk much about my day. It's been uneventful.
I'm going to bed.