WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BE ALIVE?!?!
I hate it when you think you're in a good place in your life, and then you realize that the magic of summer/moving to a new place has worn off and you realize you weren't really happy, you just were confused for a second.
Hmmm...well at least I've stopped bing eating.
So, I've got the meanest therepist in the world. I'm getting free counselling through NYU, and I'm starting to think that you get what you pay for. I know she's probably right, but blaming the problems of the patient ON the patient isn't the best strategy towards success. And in my head I can hear her asking me what "success" means, and in my head I'm wondering whether an existentialistic therepist is really what the world needs right now.
Well, I shouldn't really get too huffy about things in NY, since I'm headed back to SF, then back home to Portland within the next four weeks. I'm thinking either the change will be good, or further sink me into this pit of depression. I'm not fully involved yet, but I'm tettering on the cusp. Maybe I'll finally get on anti deps when I get back. Life may be an adventure, but all I want to do is watch tv buried in some womb like sofa. Maybe on a davenport if I'm feeling confident.
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I hate it when you think you're in a good place in your life, and then you realize that the magic of summer/moving to a new place has worn off and you realize you weren't really happy, you just were confused for a second.
Hmmm...well at least I've stopped bing eating.
So, I've got the meanest therepist in the world. I'm getting free counselling through NYU, and I'm starting to think that you get what you pay for. I know she's probably right, but blaming the problems of the patient ON the patient isn't the best strategy towards success. And in my head I can hear her asking me what "success" means, and in my head I'm wondering whether an existentialistic therepist is really what the world needs right now.
Well, I shouldn't really get too huffy about things in NY, since I'm headed back to SF, then back home to Portland within the next four weeks. I'm thinking either the change will be good, or further sink me into this pit of depression. I'm not fully involved yet, but I'm tettering on the cusp. Maybe I'll finally get on anti deps when I get back. Life may be an adventure, but all I want to do is watch tv buried in some womb like sofa. Maybe on a davenport if I'm feeling confident.
me->
NYC is a tough place very fast paced. maybe California sunshine will do u good. but y Portland??
just hang in there and be safe.