finally satisfied...

I was makfing some food for me; spaghetti and brown sauce with minced meat.
And I could say I'm finally satisfied for the sauce I made... It's almost like my mum's, but yet as good as my mum's. She'd be proud of me, when I tell her that I finally made brown sauce with minced meat, and I myself like it. I mean, that's good for me, 'cause most of all, I'm not satisfied for anything I do so...
For now I could be happy about the food I made.

Oh, crap!

I have a shrink meeting tomorrow... Uugh, I hate to go there. I mean, is it suppose to help you when you meet shrin/psychologist or whatever u called them?
I could be deprssed, but not that stupid that I don't get that their suppose to help people, not to be so... bored in their fucking job! Oh, and I think she's better with kids than young.
And it's bothering me a lot that she doesn't seem to understand me what I'm saying to her.
I mean she's always asking the questiong " why? ".
Sure, it's their job, but she just seems so bored of her job and life and everything... Like she doesn' understand youngs at all.

Gosh that food was delicious...

Oh my mail come, so I guess I'll see u soon then!