Truth Scribbled down on Tuesday, 23 August 2005 10:36:46 AM
I want to clarify that I did tell my mother of M.'s existence, but lied about the details and she thinks we're just friends very attached to each other. I wanted to, as I hoped she would have dreams (she is more open to things like this than I), and be able to give me some news about him. I phoned my psychologist. Probably next week I'll have a conversation with her. She may refer me to someone else. The one I'm refered to is on vacation at the moment so I thought it would be best to start off at the beginning again and see how things will go. I also never really went into therapy. Where they give you little tasks or place you in group therapies. It was always a chat filling the huge space of being an unemployeed weirdo. Maybe I will know now what it is and how good and bad its effect is. The last time I was with her was in January. It's been more than 7 months. I am so bad.

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