Something is severely wrong with me.I haven't had a spasm of self-pity in quite a while. Cristina, perhaps you're getting better, perhaps you've found other ways and you don't need to resolve your problems by blaming them on others. no. There is silence for 3 minutes and I begin. I haven't slept and these hairdressers don't know what they want and because they have no more eggs left, I'm the one who suffers. Menopausal psychos. And Ryan doesn't buy me flowers. And my mother! Oh that mother of mine ...... For an hour I spoke about how the world is to blame for my imperfections and I was sooo way into it, and then sorry Cristina your time is up. Every session I try to prove to her how amazing I am and how I should really be admired for what I've been through. She hasn't fell for it yet. I'm also off the antidepresants. I'm convinced I'll always be a little bit socially retarded with or without meds. They also didn't help my sleep deprevation, I'm such a mess. Today I misplaced 200 dollars, I also fell asleep on a stranger's shoulder on the train. He was handsome and I might have drooled on him.