2nd session of therapy...

I really didn't think I'd end up going but I did manage to make it. I took about 30mg of oxycodone and then I'm just a chatty Cathy...

It seemed to go okay. Somehow I got to talking about LSD. And how most of my life has been full of pain and grief and loss and how do I go on living and hoping and dreaming?

Uhh, thanks I guess... Makes me feel like I should have just offed myself. But like I get what he was trying to do. It's one of those open-ended therapy questions that you're like supposed to ponder and stuff.

God, I need a job so bad.
 
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