I wish I could tell you what she says about you, but that would be really fucked up. So I'll just tell Gillian.
Anyway, last week she told me that I need to have a "crush on myself" for a while. Harder than it sounds. Trust.
How fucked up is that? I find I've been partially depressed this whole time because I was being fueled by what I thought someone else would want me to do. Very fucked up, is the answer.
My room is cleaner than it's been in a while, and I'm actually considering consuming more than just coffee this morning.
Conclusions? Fuck.
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