I hate therapy. And I hate my doctor. I'm sick of crying and constantly trying to explain why I overdosed. Even I don't know why I did it. I did it as a favor to mum.
And I feel like a fucking jello. I can still taste the cake I had last night. And I gained. And everything I touch gets ruined. Haha, guess what, the xmas tree fell on me. I was trying to turn off the lamps, and it just fell....jeezee -.-
The good thing about today is that my doctor said I'm allowed to go to Vienna. Like, that will do good. Haha, shopping, here I come :]