My Little Journal Entries

Entry D

I saw a therapist today, it was a big step for me. I don't like to talk about my problems in person. I might've lied to her, I kinda feel guilty about it, but she wouldn't have cared. All I wanted was the meds, I want to be taken away from my misery, I want to forget this all. I want to go back to normal life, happy, bubbly, i want to meet someone who cares.

After my meeting with her i went to get ice cream, when I went in I saw this guy who looked around my age, he took my order. He is not bad looking and he seems nice, but I don't want to throw myself at him.

I got my ice cream and sat there, I might've been staring at the guy, but I might've also been thinking man this ice creams banging. One thing I hate is the people always think depressed people cannot have a laugh, or a personality, that we just sulk in our thoughts. Partly that is true but I do have funny jokes, i question why no one laughs at them. Quite frankly I find them funny. I wish people would take the time to know me.

I plan on going back to that ice-cream shop again.

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(I know they have been a bit short, oh whales. Also this is not edited)