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I only ever write in this journal when I'm sad. I think probably because that's the times I can't call someone, or put whatever I'm thinking as my facebook status. It's always ridiculous o'clock in the morning.
Maybe I shouldn't spend evenings playing 'rate the psychological breakdown' with Ben. Maybe I shouldn't hang out with people who say things like "the only reason you're not seeing a therapist is because they didn't *call you back*?! Ring again. Moron." He meant it in a nice way.
I'm trying to figure out if I'm underwhelmed legitimately, or whether my expectations are too high. Should relationships be as exciting as they were when I was 15? Or is that being unrealistic?
Is not being *unhappy* the same thing as being happy?
Or is it simply that when I drink too much and go home to an empty flat (and more and more regular occurrence), I think too much?
Meh. I'm going to bed.
Maybe I shouldn't spend evenings playing 'rate the psychological breakdown' with Ben. Maybe I shouldn't hang out with people who say things like "the only reason you're not seeing a therapist is because they didn't *call you back*?! Ring again. Moron." He meant it in a nice way.
I'm trying to figure out if I'm underwhelmed legitimately, or whether my expectations are too high. Should relationships be as exciting as they were when I was 15? Or is that being unrealistic?
Is not being *unhappy* the same thing as being happy?
Or is it simply that when I drink too much and go home to an empty flat (and more and more regular occurrence), I think too much?
Meh. I'm going to bed.