So, the doctor came immediately when I called him. He (it was my GP?s replacement) came in and when he looked at me he asked if I was allergic to anything. I know my GP last year asked that too, but he concluded it wa stress. So I asked if it couldn?t be stress. He instantly dropped his other explanation. It?s obviously stress. I know I can?t handle stress in once. He then went talking with me, and I went crying about it, with a strange doctor! He said that I have to keep a journal to scribe In when I?m stressed and how. Lolz, I figured that one out years ago. He said it would be good to talk with someone about my problems. But I?m not convinced I should. These doctors are so open minded, in contrary to my GP of last year who claimed that this expression therapy of mine sucks. But I haven?t killed myself so far, I just talk about it or sometimes attempt it, but I?m still living (yes, it? that weird name they describe my presence in myself with), so I think my expression therapy isn?t so bad at all actually. After all, I studied psychology.
I got another review of my journal today:

A journal which has it all. Every emotion a human being can bear and behold you’ll find resolved in this journal. Full of love, hate, happiness, sadness and much more. I have been reading for many, many years now and I never got bored one minute. Hope you all will enjoy the journal of this very extraordinary girl.
~ Edge, blogger, The Netherlands

Funny text messaging with Bart late at night:

Are you free free (Friday) or dunk (Saturday)? xxx
Actually I?m free as a bird pretty much, but I?m never drunk, but first I want to come over to see which one you need xxx
When you wanna come xxx
(it?s about the laptop, but you wouldn?t think so)