Crap.

Oh how wonderful.

My parents are making me see a shrink.

You want to know why?

Because they think I have an eating disorder and am depressed.

What total bull.

Anyone who's seen me knows that I have no eating problem.

And yeah, I was depressed about 3 years ago but I was so freaked out by my shrink that it actually got me to stop cutting.

But there's nothing wrong with me now. 'Cept my parents won't listen when I tell them this and went ahead and booked the appointment with 'Dr Callow' anyway.

For fucks sake.

She makes things ten times worse. Last time I saw her she told me that I caused my mother's depression and suggested I take prozac.

I hate that woman. And my parents just won't listen to me.

I'm happier than I've EVER been in my whole life, and thats just going to go down the drain because my parents don't listen to me.

OK. Rant over.

I saw the 'old school' version of I'm Not Okay on TV today. I miss old MCR.

How was everyones day?

xoxo