and so it begins...
Ive always been a.. put my stuff out there kinda person.. to get feedback no matter who ya are..
There isnt a place like that on facebook, but theres always been livejournal. so, alas, i return.
GROUP THERAPY..
jeeeeze louise. i had a discussion with one of the therapists there today, and both her and I came to the conclusion that once .. things get settled. and *done*.. then.. i should be free of the demons that ail me.
wouldnt that be nice if that were a true statement? Today, *D* i will call him, this guy has some serious rage issues. but. he comes up to me, sits next to me and tells me i have crumbs on my lip (which i dont) .. then as he gets up, he places a very large, very long pearl necklace in my purse, then winks at me. I just keep watching harry potter on my ipod. .. He goes outside to have a cigarette, i guess and I look in my purse. This necklace is heavy, knotted, and cold, which means the pearls are real. So, i go to the front desk and talk to the receptionist to which he just stole her phone. I asked if anything else was stolen, she said no, and i pulled her aside.. I didnt want stolen pearls in my purse, even though, they were beautiful and soo real.
Bear with me while I go through this. Im hoping that journaling/blogging/whatever the f* its called, so when i need to get shit out.. i can.
There isnt a place like that on facebook, but theres always been livejournal. so, alas, i return.
GROUP THERAPY..
jeeeeze louise. i had a discussion with one of the therapists there today, and both her and I came to the conclusion that once .. things get settled. and *done*.. then.. i should be free of the demons that ail me.
wouldnt that be nice if that were a true statement? Today, *D* i will call him, this guy has some serious rage issues. but. he comes up to me, sits next to me and tells me i have crumbs on my lip (which i dont) .. then as he gets up, he places a very large, very long pearl necklace in my purse, then winks at me. I just keep watching harry potter on my ipod. .. He goes outside to have a cigarette, i guess and I look in my purse. This necklace is heavy, knotted, and cold, which means the pearls are real. So, i go to the front desk and talk to the receptionist to which he just stole her phone. I asked if anything else was stolen, she said no, and i pulled her aside.. I didnt want stolen pearls in my purse, even though, they were beautiful and soo real.
Bear with me while I go through this. Im hoping that journaling/blogging/whatever the f* its called, so when i need to get shit out.. i can.