Just finished reading ‘Antichrista’ by Amélie Nothomb. It was short, but holy fuck. How can you hate a fictional person so much?!? It’s crazy!
Halleluja… My psychiatrist wants me to go to some group-meetings with “other people like me”. So now she’ll send my files to the psychiatry department at the hospital near me, and then they’ll contact me for a meeting where they will take a look at my situation. I don’t know how I feel about this yet.
Oh, and by the way! I watched “American Psycho 2” yesterday. I can’t say it more clear: don’t ever do that. It’s horrible.
A dew days after my cat died, my grandmother borrowed the movie “Marley & Me” because she had heard it was funny and she wanted me to laugh and get my mind of things for a moment. I cried so badly through the entire movie, and the day after my grandmother called me to say sorry, because she didn’t knew the dog would die in the end, and she knew that would make me cry. But actually, I was happy that I saw it back then. It made me laugh just as much as crying, and it made me feel happy that other people than me have that relationship to their pet/pets, because it is something special, something that you can’t have with human beings.
I just saw it again for the first time since that episode, and it made my cry and laugh just as much this time, as it did the last time. It might not be artistic as a Hitchcock movie, but it is just as good if you ask me. It tells a story about friendship, love, life. It’s just beautiful, and so true.
Now, I’ll go remove my mascara from my face and clean up the mess of kleenex around me, before my boyfriend gets home!
My mother is still pretty sick. When she breathe it sounds like my grandmother when she was sick. I really don’t like it… I’m scared that it might be serious.
Tomorrow I’ll do something important, something good for myself. Something other than watching TV and eating. Something to take my mind of things. Something.
Maybe, just maybe, it would be easier for you to loose that weight you so badly want to loose, if you didn’t drink alcohol all the fucking time…
He has only been home for one day, and I already want to punch him in the face. My mother is pretty sick, and he doesn’t do anything.