Therapy is a pain in the ass to go to. Really. It is. Every time I realize I have an appointment I think "AW! MOTHER FUCKER!" I just want to lay down and watch TV. I feel like I'm doing better. Plus...I'm running out of things to talk to because nothing's changed. So, I canceled my appointment today without any intention to reschedule until like...way after my birthday.
I figure that I'm depressed, I always felt this way, I still feel this way and it's never gonna go away. But...I'm finding better ways to deal with it. I'm starting to be content with my bitter, angry, misanthropic, lonely, and purely studious self. This is me, and I'm pretty okay with that.
On a totally unrelated note: I think I'm going deaf. Really. Something's wrong with my ears/hearing. I should probably get that checked out.
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