My first true attempt at therapy. This time I’m not so far gone that I need to completely self destruct before I can recover. Experience is also on my side telling me that since I have not killed myself in the past 18 years, I probably will not now.
I’m ready to stop battling my brain’s fabricated thoughts of inadequacy and alienation; I want to know what it’s like to have my brain in my corner for a change.
Answer:
Nope. Sure didn’t. But at least I’m smiling now.
Ask me if I fucked a dog today,
but don’t ask me if I’m okay.
How to fold a fitted sheet. Could come in handy. Saw this here.
Oh sweet Jesus! I can die happily now.
If I left society, made a comfy shelter to sleep in, I promise, I’d never wake up again.