Day 106 of Florida

Mason and I resolved our issues. Life is beginning to clear up, finally. Two days ago, Mason had said something that rubbed me the wrong way. I won't say what he said, but I will say I took it as a different point of view. His point of view, I know, is the correct one. My point of view on certain things while I'm depressed are severely "out there." Even though my brain wants to believe I'm right, I can be totally wrong.

I'm glad we fixed the problem. I would have had this monkey off of my back sooner from therapy, yet my therapist wrote me down for Thursday when she told me through text I was set for Wednesday. A silly mistake. No big deal. We're seeing each other tomorrow - same time like today's.

Since we're on the subject of therapy, I'm not sure if I want to continue being a therapist on IMVU. I know, I know; I just started!!! Why give up now??? Because I don't want to haggle myself to a computer, when in the mood of not dealing with one, to take care of someone who could easily find another IMVU therapist. That new therapist might require money, but my clients do have other choices. However, I'll wait and see where life takes me. I am in the vibe of giving up since Finals are right around the bend. I'm freaking out!!!! I don't know how I'll do...

All I can say is, I hope my depression doesn't get in the way. I don't want to stress out anymore than I already am.

Here's a note to my depression if it decides to be an ass: