This morning (this evening at 5) I was woken by mgs telling me I need to wake up.
I thought to myself, to what? I havent left my house but 2 times in the last 3 weeks. My life has been looking for a job.. studying for the assessment test and crying. I mean I cannot even orgasm nor can I stomach more than one meal a day (if you can even call it one meal).
MGS just sits in front of his computer and listens to head phones-- every once in a while will ask a provocating question that usually causes more harm then good...
I don't feel like I even exist right now. Apparently as MGS says that "all of the people he told about my situation don't believe it will get better."
So after he left the room, I cried under my pillows, and drifted into a light sleep and dreamed about cutting my wrists from elbow to wrist- but instead of blood - inside my arm was some of my paintings. Weird, and very disturbing.
I woke, and cried again at how fucked up my dream was, and became angry at myself, at my life, at everything. I said "The world turned its back on me, and I don't care about the world."
MGS just sits in front of his computer and listens to head phones-- every once in a while will ask a provocating question that usually causes more harm then good...
I don't feel like I even exist right now. Apparently as MGS says that "all of the people he told about my situation don't believe it will get better."
So after he left the room, I cried under my pillows, and drifted into a light sleep and dreamed about cutting my wrists from elbow to wrist- but instead of blood - inside my arm was some of my paintings. Weird, and very disturbing.
I woke, and cried again at how fucked up my dream was, and became angry at myself, at my life, at everything. I said "The world turned its back on me, and I don't care about the world."
