I went to a Psychatrist yesterday.
We talked for like four hours.
It was actually a rather decent experience.
I rambled about my feelings and about my life.
It was good to know someone was truely listening.
But as always, I can never have a truely good experience.
Guess it's kind of suiting with what I was diagnosed with.
I just thought I was suffering from depression.
Shit.
I guess now it's actually true.
3:51 p.m. - 2004-01-24
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