Therapy is a painful reminder
I felt like it was four years ago, again. I mean besides the fact that I wanted to be nowhere near either one of my parents. I know there is something wrong with me. I just can't come to my senses and get help. I don't want therapy. I just want a hug. I don't need my parents. I need my friends. I don't need to talk to someone I don't know. I just need to talk to someone who understands me and knows me for who I am. It would be nice if just one person in this fucked up planet knew exactly why my life isn't easy. I haven't told anyone the way I feel. I mean besides the people who I let know, but I think it's harder then some people realize. Letting people in and letting them know you is hard. You are sometimes afraid that they will hurt you. Or maybe they'll desert you. Or maybe they'll leave you. You never know, cause you won't let anyone close. It hurts knowing that everything doesn't get better. We all hurt sometimes. We all need a shoulder to cry on. We all need friends. We don't need fucking therapy. It only hurts to talk about the issues. We don't want to bring them back up. We want them to subside and disappear and never get in our faces again. If that could happen then we'd all be happier. It hasn't happened yet though. So I'm not happy. Same goes for half of the fucking planet. It hurts. It will for a while, but we have to find other ways to distract ourselves from reality and all the bullshit messes we get ourselves into. I know it hurts. They know it hurts. We all know that it hurts sometimes. We just having to look forward and not back.