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I moved my bed today to another corner of the room and as it went a small business card was revealed and written on it was "Nolan Fillman has an appointment with Eric Schlanger, L.C.S.W., Tues, 11-22-11 at 5:00 P.M." And I remembered what I did that day. I talked to Eric about my life about how I wanted to **** myself and about how my grades were slipping and about how alcohol tasted better when I was drunk and about how I hated myself. He told me that he was my friend. And that I could call him instead of killing myself or getting drunk. And later that night I did. When my father yelled at me about my grades I called Eric and told him I felt like drinking and that I hated my father. He talked to me. I can't remember about what. I think it was about a trip he took to Spain the summer before. He and his wife had spent two weeks there and they ate good food and met good people. I slept well that night. And I want to call Eric Schlanger, L.C.S.W. right now. I want to call him and have him tell me about Spain. His number is written on the card right under where it says TELEPHONE. And I remember where his office is. On Spring Street, Suite C2. But I have to give 24 hours notice to avoid a late cancellation fee. And it's been eleven months.
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
It's Been Eleven Months.
I moved my bed today to another corner of the room and as it went a small business card was revealed and written on it was "Nolan Fillman has an appointment with Eric Schlanger, L.C.S.W., Tues, 11-22-11 at 5:00 P.M." And I remembered what I did that day. I talked to Eric about my life about how I wanted to **** myself and about how my grades were slipping and about how alcohol tasted better when I was drunk and about how I hated myself. He told me that he was my friend. And that I could call him instead of killing myself or getting drunk. And later that night I did. When my father yelled at me about my grades I called Eric and told him I felt like drinking and that I hated my father. He talked to me. I can't remember about what. I think it was about a trip he took to Spain the summer before. He and his wife had spent two weeks there and they ate good food and met good people. I slept well that night. And I want to call Eric Schlanger, L.C.S.W. right now. I want to call him and have him tell me about Spain. His number is written on the card right under where it says TELEPHONE. And I remember where his office is. On Spring Street, Suite C2. But I have to give 24 hours notice to avoid a late cancellation fee. And it's been eleven months.
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
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