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I went to the doctors again today. after nearly two hours of waiting I saw a lovely doctor who decided that considering he had a completely strung out girl in front of him who hadn't slept properly in a week, was panicing, fidgeting and crying all over his office and begging him to please just make it go away, to put me on anti depressants to keep me going until the 20 week wait for therapy comes through. So after seven years of running like shite from the things I'm on prozac. Ha.
I've had about 1 1/2 hours sleep this afternoon. Sarah just poped in with Dave who brought my old guitar off me (nice) and brought a food package from her mum as I've been to zonked to shop or cook. Bless em. Back to uni tomorrow (hopefully) if I can sleep and spend an hour on the train without killing someone.