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Originally Posted by ScientiaOmnisEst
I'm probably irrationally ashamed of my sense of humor, the childish, innocent, stupid things I laugh at. It's not bad, I know, but I still feel inferior to those who brag about their dark, sick sense of humor, or who look at the things I find hilarious and consider them juvenile or obnoxious.
Also, other thought from earlier today: there's a nearby clinic that offers sliding fee counseling. I'm considering signing up, but really, I don't trust at all that they'll help me. I don't know if I can be helped.
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I think the same thing, but I am still seeing a psychologist. What could it possibly hurt? It might actually help. I say try it out.
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There are so many things wrong with me, and sometimes I believe there is more than what is diagnosed. I fear never healing, being left alone to crawl this heartless, cruel world. I hate myself so much, and sometimes, as much as I hate them, all I really want is a heartfelt hug. Will I ever make it through this thing called life? Or will I drown in the darkest depths of the ocean? Only time can tell. As for now, I just hide and I fear. This is, and will always be my life. 
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