searching for the right chord...
happy easter, and here I am, online again. hm.
I finally e-mailed Tom Arakawa... only realizing now I haven't talked to him since January.
it's been the classic American day for me. I sat on my fat ass and played video games while chowing down on junk food. THAT makes me feel good... I haven't done any homework yet and I have all kinds of other crap I have to be doing this week. I think I will be doing all of my homework at 9:00 Sunday night. yay, me!
my head really really hurts. I saw my psychiatrist yesterday, and she upped my dosage again, wants me to see my psychologist again, and is playing with the idea of giving me meds for mood disorder. yay, I'm fucked up! I'm surprised I've kept friends and had boyfriends. I'm so screwed up. I sometimes even hate myself. it's frustrating. I don't understand how you people do it, but thatnks for being there for me, even when I can't be there for you and you're fed up with me. It really means a lot. >hugs a million people<
Tina- I'm so sorry, I wasn't able to change my appointment! AAARGH! I wanted to go protest. >cries<
About my entry containing the e-mail from my dad- um, I got a ton of advice from a number of people on this, and the general consensus seems to be to just ignore it, because there is nothing else I can do. He can't change me, I can't change him. If he can't grasp that, let HIM deal with anger. I won't go through this anymore. But I'm still going to go consult Battaglia. n_~
I hope you all have happy days off. get sleep!
I finally e-mailed Tom Arakawa... only realizing now I haven't talked to him since January.
it's been the classic American day for me. I sat on my fat ass and played video games while chowing down on junk food. THAT makes me feel good... I haven't done any homework yet and I have all kinds of other crap I have to be doing this week. I think I will be doing all of my homework at 9:00 Sunday night. yay, me!
my head really really hurts. I saw my psychiatrist yesterday, and she upped my dosage again, wants me to see my psychologist again, and is playing with the idea of giving me meds for mood disorder. yay, I'm fucked up! I'm surprised I've kept friends and had boyfriends. I'm so screwed up. I sometimes even hate myself. it's frustrating. I don't understand how you people do it, but thatnks for being there for me, even when I can't be there for you and you're fed up with me. It really means a lot. >hugs a million people<
Tina- I'm so sorry, I wasn't able to change my appointment! AAARGH! I wanted to go protest. >cries<
About my entry containing the e-mail from my dad- um, I got a ton of advice from a number of people on this, and the general consensus seems to be to just ignore it, because there is nothing else I can do. He can't change me, I can't change him. If he can't grasp that, let HIM deal with anger. I won't go through this anymore. But I'm still going to go consult Battaglia. n_~
I hope you all have happy days off. get sleep!