tymps.
i'm undecided about my therapist. she talks in this 'calm and controlled' voice which seems to push the border towards sexual insistence. it's very weird and it makes me uncomfortable at times. sometimes i really feel like i can really open up to her and spill my guts, my heart, my brain. sometimes i just feel like laughing because she takes me too seriously and it encourages me to take myself and what im going through a little too too seriously. i just want to relax. but then i relax and my life seems to slip away before my eyes. i rationalize feeling so intense about this shit, perhaps because im losing, or have lacked random passions in other facets of my life. where did it go? when will it come back?
im so tired of TALKING about things and not having any SOLUTIONS. talk is cheap. im tired of fucking up but then it transpires into something i can be intense and passionate about - to think about it and deal with it. god, see? she does encourage me to take things too seriously.
it's all very laughable, really.