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[1]-Therapy-
[2]-Last Year-
[1] -Therapy-
You're sent to therapy because your deppressed, or there's actually something wrong with you. What's wrong with just walking up to your little Johnny and telling him "Hey, Your deppressed!" instead of letting someone do it for you?! I mean, I was sent to therapy because of "Deppression" and because I was "Suicidal". Oh, is that what's wrong with me? I had no idea! I didn't even know there was anything wrong! I just knew that I liked writing poetry, I was sad a lot, and I didn't really want to talk to anyone! I mean, talk about a rude awakening!
I didn't know that I had any amount of a condition. And, what do you do when someone's deppressed? Talk to them? Hell no! You stick them on pills, and send them to therapy! Heart-to-heart talks are completely out of the picture, they are just not good enough!
I mean, if someone ran up to me back then and asked what was wrong, I would kinda shrug and say absolutely nothing. Well, except: There's a man living in my house, that constantly tells me that he loves me, he being my cousin, and I telling him he's lying. This man is trying to take the place of my father, who has only left a week or so ago. My parents are devorced, and I'm living with the one woman I hate more than life itself, Mom. My bonka has completely convinced me that if my dad loved me he'd live there! And my mom refuses to spend money on the oldest pet in my family, who also happens to be my only REAL friend right now! No, nothing's wrong at all!
And that solves that, now doesn't it? I mean, those were my only problems, weren't they? Of course not! There were more, but you get the gist of it, right?
And, I mean, why spend the money on therapy that was even more deppression than life without it, if you could just do that? It seems like my mom just never thought of it THAT way.
And, if you think about it, if not for therapy I would've had so many more friends. Y'know? I mean, here's an example: I had just gotten to school, amazingly not late, coming from a therapy session. I had a book in my hand because it's a thirty minute drive, and it was a fairly thick book. Pissed because of something the phyciotrist had said during the thing I didn't really talk. Then, Skyler asked what was wrong in the worst way possible: "You're not giggling like an idiot, what's your problem?" so, I threw the book at him. Corner of the book went right in his eye.
[2] -Last year-
Y'know, I had some serious issues last year, huh?
I mean, I was talking to my friend Cobin and he was like: "Why didn't you tell me about gaia last year?" and I was like "I dunno, we didn't talk that much last year."
But now that I think of it, I didn't really talk to anyone that much last year. I mean, I was a ******** mad individual.
I cursed like crazy, and I was freaking violent. I mean, there's proof in my back yard! The shed: The wall is falling in, there's a huge hole in the top of the door, among other things. There's a little tree in my back yard, and I feel bad about this now, but: It's snapped in half, and really, really dead looking. I mean, I was pissed when i did that crap, and my parents never found out, but looking back at that, god I scare myself. O.o
I mean, if you think about it, I was a bit the same way when I first started therapy. Except, I actually broke crap in the house. I mean, I feel bad for that microphone! And, I had this little dagger, that I strangely kept under my pillow [No, I never cut myself; but I did think about it all the time].
WOOH! I'm a loon, and proud! Anyways, i guess I'm done rambling for now...or maybe not.
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Sat Jun 09, 2007 @ 09:54pm · 3 Comments |
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