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Nov. 15th, 2010 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lifesmarvelsI swear to God that if my sister tell me one more time that I act like teenager emo I WILL end her.
That is exactly problem with our daily society - the problems of psyche are so uncommon and sometimes not even exactly true that when someone has a real problem they're just brushing it off as something not important. I kind of hate it. Especially since it's me that has a problem. But I'm not going to go into details here, I have a therapist for that and she's an amazing women who clearly opens my eyes to the things that I'd rather not see - you know, ignorance is bliss and what not - but that will also possibly help with handling my life in the future when I'll be completely self-sufficient.
I still haven't written to the women from scholarship and I kind of hate myself for that, but it's not that I'm still scared. It's more of a matter that I don't know what to write to her. I have no idea what part of my life would make me more worthy getting they're support than hundreds of other students writing to them. I'll have to think of it really hard. And in the near future.
And to make the matter worse, I didn't have the time (and guts) to watch new episodes of SPN. My place in the house is occupied by my mum's off and on boyfriend and I had to install myself in my old room (read - in my sisters room) which not only doesn't have TV good enough to connect to my laptop (I gave up watching anything on it long time ago - too small monitor) but also has my sister in it - which isn't doing anything to improve my mood.
But I did watch the Weekend's at Bobby's sometime ago and even if I didn't write commentary - I'm not sure if I will - I loved it so much that even a thought about it makes me squeel in delight. I love Jim Beaver <3
That's all for now, gtg, bye :)
That is exactly problem with our daily society - the problems of psyche are so uncommon and sometimes not even exactly true that when someone has a real problem they're just brushing it off as something not important. I kind of hate it. Especially since it's me that has a problem. But I'm not going to go into details here, I have a therapist for that and she's an amazing women who clearly opens my eyes to the things that I'd rather not see - you know, ignorance is bliss and what not - but that will also possibly help with handling my life in the future when I'll be completely self-sufficient.
I still haven't written to the women from scholarship and I kind of hate myself for that, but it's not that I'm still scared. It's more of a matter that I don't know what to write to her. I have no idea what part of my life would make me more worthy getting they're support than hundreds of other students writing to them. I'll have to think of it really hard. And in the near future.
And to make the matter worse, I didn't have the time (and guts) to watch new episodes of SPN. My place in the house is occupied by my mum's off and on boyfriend and I had to install myself in my old room (read - in my sisters room) which not only doesn't have TV good enough to connect to my laptop (I gave up watching anything on it long time ago - too small monitor) but also has my sister in it - which isn't doing anything to improve my mood.
But I did watch the Weekend's at Bobby's sometime ago and even if I didn't write commentary - I'm not sure if I will - I loved it so much that even a thought about it makes me squeel in delight. I love Jim Beaver <3
That's all for now, gtg, bye :)
