Today my good friend and mentor, Dennis suggested that I go back to see my therapist. You know...I wanted to. I started to make another appointment and she is a really nice lady but she is too... She's such a lady, you know...55-65- I�m not sure. She is the type of woman who was really pretty when she was young; hard worker and super intelligent and well spoken. She still has fabulous legs...like you know she's been wearing heals since she was 18 and stupid skirt suits. I can't get mad at anything talking to her
I want to be able to yell at some one...to just fucking go crazy and fucking wear myself out because I can't do that anywhere else. I want to be able to break things. I want someone to give me a room full of things to break. That'd be good therapy. I want to break plates and TVs and china dolls and vases and mirrors and picture frames and I want to have a room full of shattered glass by the time I�m done. And then I just want to lay in it cut up and bleeding into this sparkling room of broken glass and cry. That�s what I want
Then maybe somebody will finally lock me up.
11:58 a.m. - 2005-10-05
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