It's amazing how a conversation with my mother can make me feel like shit. I just called Chatton and she is coming to get me. Everything just feels so hard sometimes.
Edit at 11:20: I just can't handle all the criticism and negativity. It makes me cry and feel broken. It makes me not want to talk to her or involve her and that makes me distressed and sad. It makes me want to hide and throw things in the garbage. Tomorrow will be in 3 parts: loading things to the garbage, work and packing.
At least I have therapy on Thursday. Have I already mentioned that?
Monday, March 27, 2006
Stress
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I'm sorry that you can't communicate with your mom as you wish you could. Be glad that you have her. I know you have had a rough year but it does get better...so they say.
I may have missed it but did you get the job at the porn shack?
No, I didn't get that job. I'm probably gest off staying out of retail anyways.
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