January 18, 2013

  • therapy is hilariously helpful while everything else that happens in life is confusing and I hope it's helping? Am I doing the right thing? I never do know. I love eating up risks like right in front of me-like alice in wonderland eating things with labels and not even questioning them at all like man that was brave as fuck. Being drugged by the big man and getting dragged into things she wasn't ready to handle hoping that she can claw her way out to normalcy with a better understanding of this complicated world? My therapist thinks I was drugged when I was raped but I drug myself every other day. Maybe I was. He was a big bad wolf. But aren't they all?

    In therapy, I'm supposed to say they aren't.
    But sometimes I just like to pretend to get by.