Kaboom.
2010 implosion happened. Time to move on with life.
I started weekly therapy sessions again with a woman who wears black knee high lace up boots that are very goth. Strangely, I find myself more comfortable with her than the older, more "proper" women I've had therapy with in the past. She's interesting, and I don't care what kind of crudeness comes out of my mouth because she's wearing those flashy flashy boots that make me feel like she gets me.
Thursdays, 5:45pm, right after 3 hrs of sim lab is probably the best time to see her since my defenses are down. After a long day of school, I don't hold back. I'm raw and real and I cry the whole time because I don't trust people, I'm tired of being hurt, and I want to hurt back and be a vengeful bitch because I think it would sure as hell feel a lot better than being pissed on all the time.
I'm very angry. I take it out on people who love me. It's a problem.
I started weekly therapy sessions again with a woman who wears black knee high lace up boots that are very goth. Strangely, I find myself more comfortable with her than the older, more "proper" women I've had therapy with in the past. She's interesting, and I don't care what kind of crudeness comes out of my mouth because she's wearing those flashy flashy boots that make me feel like she gets me.
Thursdays, 5:45pm, right after 3 hrs of sim lab is probably the best time to see her since my defenses are down. After a long day of school, I don't hold back. I'm raw and real and I cry the whole time because I don't trust people, I'm tired of being hurt, and I want to hurt back and be a vengeful bitch because I think it would sure as hell feel a lot better than being pissed on all the time.
I'm very angry. I take it out on people who love me. It's a problem.