And fucking A, I've got less than a month left here. Less than a month with internet access and a phone. Less than a month, and I LOVE it here. Less than a month till I get to live in the middle of a fucking swamp all by myself. I thought I wasn't supposed to BE alone anymore. And I'm not. I'm really not. *sigh*
Oh, and I HATE my hair, I HATE my template, I HATE my body and there's nothing I can do about any goddamned part of it.
And another thing-fuck it, since I can't sleep I might as well update my neglected blog-I had an appointment with my therapist today. Guess what we talked about? That's wrong. No, guess again. Uh-uh. Damn, you really suck at this game. Okay, I give. We talked about my kleptomania. And how I'm proud of it. And ya know what? Fuck YEAH I'm proud of it. I'm GOOD at it, I get free stuff that would otherwise be expensive as all hell, and I save myself the trouble of having to deal with any of the morons who run these shitty places. Oh, and today I ALMOST stole a diamond. A real, whole carrat diamond. I didn't-not because I would've gotten caught, I wouldn't have-but because what the HELL would I do with it? Anyway, what my therapist said was that maybe I should challenge myself to NOT do it even when I have the opportunity to do so. I thought about that today. Too bad I didn't think of it in any kind of realistic setting whatsoever. I'm sorry, I've been doing this shit all my life. I've never gotten caught, and I never will. And hell, even if I DO, I have no record. What'll I get? A slap on the wrist and a 'naughty, bad girl, don't do that again'. Yeah, I'm TERRIFIED of consequences.
Okay, I'm sick of typing. Time to go stare at the fucking walls and pretend I'm not upset.
Laters
Oh, and I HATE my hair, I HATE my template, I HATE my body and there's nothing I can do about any goddamned part of it.
And another thing-fuck it, since I can't sleep I might as well update my neglected blog-I had an appointment with my therapist today. Guess what we talked about? That's wrong. No, guess again. Uh-uh. Damn, you really suck at this game. Okay, I give. We talked about my kleptomania. And how I'm proud of it. And ya know what? Fuck YEAH I'm proud of it. I'm GOOD at it, I get free stuff that would otherwise be expensive as all hell, and I save myself the trouble of having to deal with any of the morons who run these shitty places. Oh, and today I ALMOST stole a diamond. A real, whole carrat diamond. I didn't-not because I would've gotten caught, I wouldn't have-but because what the HELL would I do with it? Anyway, what my therapist said was that maybe I should challenge myself to NOT do it even when I have the opportunity to do so. I thought about that today. Too bad I didn't think of it in any kind of realistic setting whatsoever. I'm sorry, I've been doing this shit all my life. I've never gotten caught, and I never will. And hell, even if I DO, I have no record. What'll I get? A slap on the wrist and a 'naughty, bad girl, don't do that again'. Yeah, I'm TERRIFIED of consequences.
Okay, I'm sick of typing. Time to go stare at the fucking walls and pretend I'm not upset.
Laters
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