I've decided to try making this blog public. See if anyone reads it. A desperate cry for attention? Whatever. It will take time to take out all the names. Meh. Is it even worth it?
I wish I had Threads of Hope to read right now. My mum, I tried talking to her about what's bugging her, all I got was "I'm worried about you. I think it's normal for a mother to expect her child to do something, a job or a course after university, not just do nothing for two years."
I burst into tears at the psychiatrist's yesterday, couldn't talk. He told me to stop the duloxetine and take Ritalin and Topomax (I'll replace with the medical name later on, got a headache now). I went to the talking shrink to get my papers back and she told me not to cry in front of the psychiatrist. Whatever. I no longer trust nor like you. So fuck you.
And, in the past week, I've realised that the UK would not be right for me. Now and probably for some time in the future. Yay. Finally, I see sense.
I wish I had Threads of Hope to read right now. My mum, I tried talking to her about what's bugging her, all I got was "I'm worried about you. I think it's normal for a mother to expect her child to do something, a job or a course after university, not just do nothing for two years."
I burst into tears at the psychiatrist's yesterday, couldn't talk. He told me to stop the duloxetine and take Ritalin and Topomax (I'll replace with the medical name later on, got a headache now). I went to the talking shrink to get my papers back and she told me not to cry in front of the psychiatrist. Whatever. I no longer trust nor like you. So fuck you.
And, in the past week, I've realised that the UK would not be right for me. Now and probably for some time in the future. Yay. Finally, I see sense.
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