HOLY CRAP Psychotherapy is EXPENSIVE!
I've found a few therapists in my area that caught my eye. Unfortunitly, it seems that they want blood money. Or atleast, that's how it'll feel when I'll be paying off my credit card bill. Jeez, my bills are bad enough. Some of these crackheads wanted atleast a hundred dollars a session (that's one hour). A HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS!??!?!
Surprisingly, as much as I momentarily hate to admit that I need counseling (I don't know why it feels embaressing, self guilt perhaps?). I still need someone else to talk to who isn't biased. So, I've found this online counseling forum. Okay, perhaps there's two sites that I know of, but this new one is a little bit different. There doesn't seem to be quite as many people on this one.
Perhaps, I should become a psychotherapist. Now, there's a thought...
Everyone already knows (or atleast they should know if they don't know) that psychologists are crazy people. Or atleast they were to start out with in the beginning.
Onto something completely different, this weekend was alright. I guess. I managed to stop my obsessive thinking of Leo by hanging out with my stepmum and stepsis. This was achieved by cleaning the house up for Thanksgiving. Of course, there's still a lot of work to be done. But it was nice to be able to hangout with the family on a non-work related basis.
We also watched an old black and white movie called, A/The Thin Man, which was one of the very first detective movies. It was pretty complex and the ending seemed like the beginnings of the game called, Clue. I missed about 5 minutes of the movie and wasn't able to guess who the murderer was at the end. Oh well.
Another movie we watched was V for Vendetta. It was a pretty good movie, which is surprising because I never really wanted to see the movie. One thing that I found it quite odd is the date in the movie that represented such significance is November the fifth. Yesturday was November the fifth. Weird, eh? After the movie, I was writing in my journal and John walks in and asks me something about knowing the historical fact on who Mr. Fox was in real life. Without looking up, I replied, "no," because I really wasn't interested in knowing. But once I looked up, he was wearing a mask and was blowing the streamers. It was pretty funny. It's nice to see his sense of humor come out and that goes for my stepmum, too.
I went to bed kind of early, but not without the phone laying right next to my bed. I figured that Leo might call and didn't want to have to get up and rush for the phone. But he never called, which left me feeling depressed in the morning. I know that I could've called him myself, but after the night before, I figured that if he wanted to talk to me he would've called me. However, he did leave me a text message, that of which, I didn't receive until the morning. I wouldn't have heard the beep from my phone anyways, since I was asleep by 9:15. I've been pretty depressed lately and I know that it sounds pretty pathetic/sad on my part. I just miss him, alot. But that's what I get for scaring him away.
Surprisingly, as much as I momentarily hate to admit that I need counseling (I don't know why it feels embaressing, self guilt perhaps?). I still need someone else to talk to who isn't biased. So, I've found this online counseling forum. Okay, perhaps there's two sites that I know of, but this new one is a little bit different. There doesn't seem to be quite as many people on this one.
Perhaps, I should become a psychotherapist. Now, there's a thought...
Everyone already knows (or atleast they should know if they don't know) that psychologists are crazy people. Or atleast they were to start out with in the beginning.
Onto something completely different, this weekend was alright. I guess. I managed to stop my obsessive thinking of Leo by hanging out with my stepmum and stepsis. This was achieved by cleaning the house up for Thanksgiving. Of course, there's still a lot of work to be done. But it was nice to be able to hangout with the family on a non-work related basis.
We also watched an old black and white movie called, A/The Thin Man, which was one of the very first detective movies. It was pretty complex and the ending seemed like the beginnings of the game called, Clue. I missed about 5 minutes of the movie and wasn't able to guess who the murderer was at the end. Oh well.
Another movie we watched was V for Vendetta. It was a pretty good movie, which is surprising because I never really wanted to see the movie. One thing that I found it quite odd is the date in the movie that represented such significance is November the fifth. Yesturday was November the fifth. Weird, eh? After the movie, I was writing in my journal and John walks in and asks me something about knowing the historical fact on who Mr. Fox was in real life. Without looking up, I replied, "no," because I really wasn't interested in knowing. But once I looked up, he was wearing a mask and was blowing the streamers. It was pretty funny. It's nice to see his sense of humor come out and that goes for my stepmum, too.
I went to bed kind of early, but not without the phone laying right next to my bed. I figured that Leo might call and didn't want to have to get up and rush for the phone. But he never called, which left me feeling depressed in the morning. I know that I could've called him myself, but after the night before, I figured that if he wanted to talk to me he would've called me. However, he did leave me a text message, that of which, I didn't receive until the morning. I wouldn't have heard the beep from my phone anyways, since I was asleep by 9:15. I've been pretty depressed lately and I know that it sounds pretty pathetic/sad on my part. I just miss him, alot. But that's what I get for scaring him away.