Morning...
Well, it's finally morning, or rather I finally got up out of bed. I have been laying awake in bed since about 4:40am.
Mom and I did our running around yesterday attempting to find something nice to wear to sheri's wedding on saturday...nadda. I'm just not a spring color loving person.
I am in the middle of getting ready to go see that damned psychiatrist. I'm hoping that by going in, even if I sit and bullshit for a half hour, that dad might think about going and doing the same. I am tired of him constantly telling me I need to see someone or need to be medicated because I am depressed or not "normal". Well sorry to tell ya "DAD" I just am not always a happy, smiley person...and all the drugs and all the talking in the world isn't going to change that.
It's hard to smile around someone who drives you insane with his constant " you're not living up to your potential", " Chris is a nice guy, but has no future", " You need to get on medication, you're being bitchy today"....after him jumping on my case for not having a salary job at the age of 22. Or for not dating a damned doctor with a seven digit paycheck every week. For being stupid and getting a tattoo and for wanting more; For having friends ( which he just can't comprehend). Having friends and doing things with them keeps me from doing things he feels are more valuable for my future.
And he wonders why when I am in his presence I am always grouchy or depressed??? HELLO! BIG FUCKING WAKE UP CALL!!!!
I really hope he takes his medication...he needs it or I will kill him! As for me....I figure if they try to give me meds...I can give em out at work as mood enchancers to keep us all going for the lack or pay and hours to really keep us all there!
Mom and I did our running around yesterday attempting to find something nice to wear to sheri's wedding on saturday...nadda. I'm just not a spring color loving person.
I am in the middle of getting ready to go see that damned psychiatrist. I'm hoping that by going in, even if I sit and bullshit for a half hour, that dad might think about going and doing the same. I am tired of him constantly telling me I need to see someone or need to be medicated because I am depressed or not "normal". Well sorry to tell ya "DAD" I just am not always a happy, smiley person...and all the drugs and all the talking in the world isn't going to change that.
It's hard to smile around someone who drives you insane with his constant " you're not living up to your potential", " Chris is a nice guy, but has no future", " You need to get on medication, you're being bitchy today"....after him jumping on my case for not having a salary job at the age of 22. Or for not dating a damned doctor with a seven digit paycheck every week. For being stupid and getting a tattoo and for wanting more; For having friends ( which he just can't comprehend). Having friends and doing things with them keeps me from doing things he feels are more valuable for my future.
And he wonders why when I am in his presence I am always grouchy or depressed??? HELLO! BIG FUCKING WAKE UP CALL!!!!
I really hope he takes his medication...he needs it or I will kill him! As for me....I figure if they try to give me meds...I can give em out at work as mood enchancers to keep us all going for the lack or pay and hours to really keep us all there!