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I don't really have anything to say. Actually, that's a lie. I have tons of stuff to say, things that I should get off my chest and write down... but somehow I just can't find the words.
It's all in my head and it's driving me mad but I can't seem to get it out.
I still have no word from Uni on whether my occupational health report has been ok... am getting slightly worried...
I am actually not bothered at all. A few months ago I was desperate to get into Uni, I couldn't wait to go. Now I just don't care. I can't find any interest in anything at all. People tell me that I should go back to the GP, the Psychiatrist... they see this as a problem, but is it? All the time I have been seeing doctors and shrinks and on meds and all the rest of it I have never seen myself as having a problem. Everyone is like this... aren't they? I can't go to the doctor if I don't think I have a problem.
I just wish I could enjoy things again. Like I used to.