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Today i had to go to my psychiatrist dude, and i thought i was jus gonna tell him bout me bein depressed and stuff. Turns out my dad decides to "say a few things." He goes on about my mom and how bad of a parent she is for letting me turn out the way i am and all that shit. And that all she cares about is money and he said she was a sick bitch. Sooooooo my day is off to a good start, eh?
My dad also wrote a letter to coach ingram, the coach who's keys i left in the hallway when i left skool, saying that i apologized and that i will wash his car any saturday for 3 months... dad = kool. On top of that i had to copy the letter and on tuesday i have to read it to coach ingram in person. If i dont read it to him my dad wont pay my mom child support and he said he didnt care if she took him to court cuz it would take a few months. Is that fucked up to anyone? Cuz it is to me..
After my dad left the psychiatrist's room i cried for awhile, of course, then i talked to him bout lots of stuff... We talked bout brittney, my mom, my dad, skool, me smoking weed and me being depressed. He also thinks that i have a borderline personality disorder. Wutever that means.. At the end of the session he put me on Zoloft for depression. I guess it makes me feel a lil better. I dont think about the same stuff too much. The doctor said i would keep gettin happier as the weeks go on. I'm actually kinda excited =D
My dad wouldnt take me to skool for some reason so i had to come to his office and be bored as ASS. He made me look in a dictionairy and write definitions to some werds he picked. How lame.. Then i copied that letter i gotta read to the coach. Now im really bored and jus sittin here on the compy. I gotta stay here until 6:30 or sumthin cuz thats when my dad gets off of work...
It was funny earlier, cuz i was sittin in a room by my dad's office and whenever a patient came into his office i blasted some manson. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! That reminds me, i need to make another cd cuz i listened to these 2 over and over. Theres not much else to do here besides go online and listen to music, but i guess thats wut i usually do anyway =P
Okay, i will bore u no longer. Hope everyones havin a better day then me.. Byeeeeeeee.
-Alex
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My dad also wrote a letter to coach ingram, the coach who's keys i left in the hallway when i left skool, saying that i apologized and that i will wash his car any saturday for 3 months... dad = kool. On top of that i had to copy the letter and on tuesday i have to read it to coach ingram in person. If i dont read it to him my dad wont pay my mom child support and he said he didnt care if she took him to court cuz it would take a few months. Is that fucked up to anyone? Cuz it is to me..
After my dad left the psychiatrist's room i cried for awhile, of course, then i talked to him bout lots of stuff... We talked bout brittney, my mom, my dad, skool, me smoking weed and me being depressed. He also thinks that i have a borderline personality disorder. Wutever that means.. At the end of the session he put me on Zoloft for depression. I guess it makes me feel a lil better. I dont think about the same stuff too much. The doctor said i would keep gettin happier as the weeks go on. I'm actually kinda excited =D
My dad wouldnt take me to skool for some reason so i had to come to his office and be bored as ASS. He made me look in a dictionairy and write definitions to some werds he picked. How lame.. Then i copied that letter i gotta read to the coach. Now im really bored and jus sittin here on the compy. I gotta stay here until 6:30 or sumthin cuz thats when my dad gets off of work...
It was funny earlier, cuz i was sittin in a room by my dad's office and whenever a patient came into his office i blasted some manson. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! That reminds me, i need to make another cd cuz i listened to these 2 over and over. Theres not much else to do here besides go online and listen to music, but i guess thats wut i usually do anyway =P
Okay, i will bore u no longer. Hope everyones havin a better day then me.. Byeeeeeeee.
-Alex
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