i hate architecture in Helsinki
god, this is so pathetic.
my mom's been going to a psychiatrist for a while now, and apparently she's been talking to her about me. now, the psychiatrist thinks i might have bipolar disorder and has suggested to my mom i seek some help.
pfff. and the worst fucking part is that my mom bought it hook line and sinker and she's making me do go to some stupid doctor. god, this is what i get for being honest with her. from now on, i've never telling her anything about myself.
speaking of my mom, she left today and it totally took me by surprise. i mean sure, i knew she was going, but i didn't know she'd be going today! that's crazy. like she just got home and told me she had just bought the plane ticket and that she was leaving at 10:30. i have such mixed feelings about it. on one hand, i get seventeen days of glory without anyone telling me a thing, but on the other, i wish i had gone. i don't know, i haven't been home in five years, and it'd be nice to see my family and friends again. whatever, i know its cliche, but you can never go back home.
proof i am a gigantic dork:
me: man, we've been hit by a lot of racist comments lately.
my friend: i know. aren't you pissed off?
me: yeah, i am, their grammar is terrible.
my mom's been going to a psychiatrist for a while now, and apparently she's been talking to her about me. now, the psychiatrist thinks i might have bipolar disorder and has suggested to my mom i seek some help.
pfff. and the worst fucking part is that my mom bought it hook line and sinker and she's making me do go to some stupid doctor. god, this is what i get for being honest with her. from now on, i've never telling her anything about myself.
speaking of my mom, she left today and it totally took me by surprise. i mean sure, i knew she was going, but i didn't know she'd be going today! that's crazy. like she just got home and told me she had just bought the plane ticket and that she was leaving at 10:30. i have such mixed feelings about it. on one hand, i get seventeen days of glory without anyone telling me a thing, but on the other, i wish i had gone. i don't know, i haven't been home in five years, and it'd be nice to see my family and friends again. whatever, i know its cliche, but you can never go back home.
proof i am a gigantic dork:
me: man, we've been hit by a lot of racist comments lately.
my friend: i know. aren't you pissed off?
me: yeah, i am, their grammar is terrible.