Good friends.
Last night I had the best time ever talking to Rachel [love you boo!] about life in general. It was great, it's so nice to have such great friends here, I think sometimes that's all I really need. It was good to know that I'm not crazy in that it's difficult for me to open up to professional therapists who simply don't do their jobs. It was so hilarious to know that the therapist I had last year completely lied to me when she said that I was the only paitent that she did not get along with and that we needed to "work out our issues" instead of "working out my issues". Aghhh! People, why can't people be honest! Would it really have been that bad to care about her patients a little bit more? I mean, she was ridiculous. I just remembered after talking to Rachel how ridiculous this woman in the Stone Center was. Like one day I thanked her for meeting me outside of her Wintersession hours since I had work at MIT and had to haul ass out to the burbs in order to see her. And she said something to the effect of "Don't thank me, I would rather be here than shoving pills down my dog's throat, I got someone else to do that today." I was like WTF??? and from then on each week we had to acknowledge that I felt awkward talking to her and didn't want to really anymore and would actually make appointments and pretend that I forgot until she caught on that I really didn't and got even more pissed. I just remember each week after that time, she would talk about how her dog had been abused before hand and just got upset when I told her one day that I simply could not come in anymore and hear about her dog. Like it was too much. I was so sad from constantly wondering if I should go into NYC and just stop coming to college in order to help my stepbrother stop messing around with all of the NYC drug and gang shit and finally finish 8th grade. I thought about this everyday. And here, this woman was like fucking pissed at me for not wanting to pad over to her computer and stare at pictures of this dog which she resented for some strange reason. I hated this woman. The Stone Center fucking sucks ass. I don't care what anyone says what with all its prestige. This is what the Stone Center really is: it's this article that came out last semester in the Wellesley College newspaper on the front page where a girl was sitting on the steps balling her eyes out because she had nowhere to go and that fucking place didn't inform anyone that they were closing down for vacation without a backup plan. Even though it wasn't, that girl looked a lot like me in a white winter coat with dark hair. I thought it was me because I had done the exact same thing my sophomore year around spring break. It was so weird.