Tomorrow we will take advantage of the fact that I'm not going to work all day to take me to a psychologist, I am told to treat my depression.
I find something funny but it is easy to assume that now I walk around saying that I'm depressed because I listen to Morrissey, ergo want to be like him, ergo appear to be depressed. Sometimes I wish it were so and had nothing, very easy, right?.
The hard part is that it is not. As a first goal to go to a psychologist, I'll try to get rid of my perennial inferiority complex, that it always tells me that all I am the worst, that of all I am the most ugly way. Maybe I should be time to pay attention to Van Gogh when he said If you hear voices inside you that you say you can not, keep doing it until it shut .
And I have scurvy.
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