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Churbs, are you still there? My Skype name is "coun5elor". I just now looked at the compu-thingamajiggee again and didn't know you were around.Sorry, Mr. Rabbi - I've been away from the compu-device for awhile.
I really do need to talk with at least my mom about it. My problem is that it seems like whenever I've tried to talk with her about anything that was bringing me down, she'd just say like "you're going to the doctor." It just pissed me off that instead of just needing to talk for a few minutes, I must need to go see a psychiatrist or something. I'm not saying I don't need depression medication, but just her reaction to it isn't right to me.
The other night I tried to relax in a similar fashion, and got met with a bit of a buzzkill when I realized the cool old Brit expat I was talking to was just hanging around to sponge off of me. Later whilst lying in bed, having severely underestimated the strength of Amsterdam's...coffee, I first hallucinated that I had given him all of my money and bank cards, and then hallucinated that I had shared my SSN with him. Neither of those events happened, but the extreme anxiety caused by those vivid images coupled with my depression has taken two days to begin dissipating
I know it's weird, but to me, the "feeling of being in love with someone" hurts worse than a gallbladder removal surgery.
Why is it that I cling too much to people, when I don't want to do so?!