My psyc is driving me mad. He talks like he knows everything, but his little remedies never cure anything. He keeps talking about putting me on zoloft and crap, but i don't want to. Im scared that it will warp my thinking or something. He keeps postponing the perscription, and its almost worse than taking it. It's like waiting an extra hour before your execution. I think he just wants to screw up my mind enough to keep treating me to get more money. In other news in the world of lisalee, it sounded like it was raining last night. It was making me sleep so well. I will never have the feeling of comfort of another human being to help me sleep, but at least the rain is always there.
The guy didn't call me back. He probably doesn't like me or something. Bah, guys are so mean. I don't like them at all. I wish i liked girls, it would make things so much easier. Sometimes i even try to like them, but it just doesn't work.