So here I am, sitting in my room and listening to the door creak.
I could close it properly, but I'm sure within a few hours it'll give up and do it itself. Fingers crossed.
On to lesser important things..
The psychiatrist was evil. But he had nice chairs so I guess that makes up for it..
He gave me sample packs of Lovan or something. I'm not entirely sure anti-depressants are something I want to involve myself in, but I have a week to decide so it's all good.
Maybe within a week they'll get some better magazines for their waiting room. I really can't stand another half an hour reading Vogue.
And I guess this is all I'm going to write.
Enjoy ignoring me, it's real fashionable at the moment. Everybody's doing it.
oy. they smell funny? ~_~ eek.
oh well if they give you fake words i guess.. i shouldnt get one ask my friend zach for advice. he seems like a good person to talk to.. but.. a psychiatrist could help a lil.. i guess.. *shrug*
lol the old people at my old church smelled funny too >_<
I know that isn't helpful but what the hey. I'll just resort in saying all those corny lines that are supposed to make people feel better.
Have a nice day. Or, try to.. somehow..
Greeny xx