bury me in this dress

I dreamt of one of my college crushes last night. I don’t know where that came from. I don’t even think about him anymore but back then, I was so crazy over him. It was an unrequited love though. Very. We suspect that he’s gay and that’s not because he never reciprocated. Anyway, the dream was very nice and it lifted my mood. I want to check out friendster if he’s there but users can tell who checked out their profile, right? I don’t want to get caught. But I still wonder how he is like these days. Google him perhaps?

I’m going to make this short cos my eyes sting and they’re bloodshot from crying. The therapy was a bit painful. Painful because he hardly said anything. He told me to discontinue Prozac and prescribed me three other anti-depressants. He said psychotherapy wouldn’t do me any good at this point because I need the right medication first. Ugh. I was so scatterbrained during the session. I mentioned a lot including the AADD. Regarding that, he said AADD has similar characteristics with depression so right now he couldn’t really diagnose. So I don’t know. I think the therapy didn’t go so well.