September 23rd, 2002


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I'm a fuck up.
I'm a failure.
I'm a lier.
I'm a thief.
I'm a loser.
I'm an idiot.
I'm everything you don't want to be.
I'm numb to this.
  • Current Music
    Atmosphere - Scapegoat

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Went to the Psychologist this morning. This was the last appointment with him. The insurance is up and my parents can't afford to send me to Dr. Weedman anymore. This is disappointing, but I'll get over it. I really enjoyed going to the doc. It helped me get a lot of things straight in my head, even for the short time I was going. Maybe someday I'll be able to go back, once I have insurance coverage again. Until that day, I'm just going to have to work out my problems with talking to friends and posting to livejournal.

My parents are going to start charging me rent again. They said it was either that, or kicking me out of the house. This shit never seems to end.

I'm trying to keep a positive frame of mind, though. There is some good things happening too. 18 days until my birthday. There needs to be some sort of party or something that weekend. Wishlist.
  • Current Music
    Eyedea - The Many Faces of Oliver Hart