I remember one of the "therapy" sessions that I had where my "therapist" asked me ten questions (in which I was obviously supposed to answer truthfully).

For some reason, they've popped into my mind again and I keep thinking about them (possibly because maybe I would answer differently know?).

The questions were (and i'm paraphrasing here since my memory is a little sketchy):
1. What is more difficult for you: looking into someones eyes when you are telling them how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?
2. Think of the last time you were really angry. Why were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?
3. You are at the doctor's office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone / everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?
4. You can have one of the following things: love or trust. Which do you choose and why?
5. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most?
6. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?
7. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them? Who were they to you?
8. Are you the kind of friend that you would want as a friend?
9. Does love equal sex?
10. When was the last time you honestly told someone how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person?

Most of these questions were really hard to answer, some of them were easy. Most of them were just pure bullshit and relate to nothing, in my opinion, to my situation.

Thinking of these questions, and how I answered, I think I would change some things. Maybe 'cause I think i've mellowed a lot since that time, maybe 'cause I feel more like Eliza, maybe 'cause i'm just giving up. I don't know. It's just frustrating me thinking about these damn questions and how i'd answer them now.

I don’t understand why tampon adverts always show girls on their period dancing and wearing white skirts and making out with someone and stuff.

Surely a more effective advertising campaign would be a bunch of girls in various states of misery.

Like, curled over in bed going "WHHHHY?!" and eating chocolate on the sofa and sobbing at the end of 'The Notebook' and getting angry at not being able to open a jar and crying when the cat doesn’t want to cuddle.

Followed by: ‘We understand. We’re sorry. Let us make it a little less awful.’

And the wrapping shouldn’t be like pink with polka dots, it should be dinosaurs stepping on buildings and stuff.