Here I sit, in the coffee shop. Bought many donuts and like 2L of coffee

I went to counseling and what I have expected, has happened. My therapist told me what I already basically know about my extreme perfectionism anyways..

Now he's concerned about me since my depression is a lot more severe than anyone would have thought. Im going to see a doctor because I might have a chemical imbalance in my brain??

I already knew that.. I mean, why are people so against drugs? Everyone is so negative about it.. Some people like me obviously need something to prevent me from getting involved with a rope and a stool..

The 'adventure' will go on. I did feel a lot better by just acting out being happy instead of telling people about my problems.. At least I tried right? Coffee is a lot better than a cupachino..