Ugh...

I cannot let anyone help me, its one of my greatest faults, and its the reasons I was sitting on the steps besides Buhl crying earlier. I hate it when people are nice to me because I am injured, or out of pity, my head hates it. My pride and ego are too large to just let me swallow them and ask for help. If they weren't then I guess I would not have fallen down the stairs earlier. Yes I fell down them, didn't hurt anything, just scared myself as I set the bad foot down hard, and scared the crap out of Ian who yelled at me for doing everything by myself.

I have never been yelled at for doing things by myself, and I could have sworn being independent is what most people want you to be. But I guess I just really need to start asking for help, though I don;t know how. It's weird, awkward, and I like to do things by myself, my way. Which that whole thing has started quite a few fights, as everyone in the DeWitt-Homa clan is that way. Its funny just to get my dad and my grandpa in the same room working on the same thing, without a female there to beat them, it just does not end well. Its funny, the men are afraid of us more than they like to argue.

this is me asking for help, as I can not do this on my own, if I could, I probably would not be writing this, and probably would have a giant gash in my forehead from falling up or down the steps. I cannot have another break down because of my ankle, the one on those steps was the third one of the day. I am slightly depressed, and def pmsing. I need help, but I can't bring myself to ask it.