yes!!.....i now have a pretty tidy looking house...it wasn't a truely thorough clean and tidy but it was enough to make a difference and the place no longer resembles that shit hole house in breaking bad where jesse rescues the lil kid off his junkie low life parents....my house now looks acceptable.
i've pretty much smoked all the DMT , not that much was extracted.....i'm thinking that maybe its more an issue with the quality of the mimosa poweder as i bought it as powder as opposed to the first time when i powdered it myself....anyway, was getting a bit sick of it tbh....now there's progress!! me sick of getting high!!...wow....no really...WOW.....hmm i do ponder on that statement....in your face warts-on-cunt!!
so i've also been pondering on this....the so called 'therapy session' the one i've been stewing on about......this is how it started.....warts-on-cunt 'therapist' comes to get me from the waiting area....i'm with my mum who is unsure whether to come too......i declare that i would like mum to come too....seeing as mum has witnessed my various fuck ups throughout my life mum could be a useful by-stander to put points accross if i should forget anything...etc...whatever...anyway....warts-on-cunt can't open the security door, it needs a code and she's putting in the wrong one.....she goes to get the correct one.....why i'm using all this detail i do not know.....so.....we get to the therapy room.....my expectations are 'here we go, i will get some sort of help....i'm now in the right place with the right people who will help'.......warts-on-cunt introduces herself and shakes my hand and sits down and explains that every tuesday they have a meeting where herself and other 'experts' in the mental health field sit down and discuss all the various people who come in to decide what the best course of treatment will be.......then the rest i've pretty much covered....how i'm open and honest about various parts of my life but skip over the eating disorders as i see she is very fat herself and i do not want to offend her...then she ends it all by saying they can't help (in her opinion....but they would have the meeting on the tuesday but shes quite sure that everyone else will agree with her)......from the phone call when i call her to ask why , in her opinion they couldn't help, she says that she didn't say that they couldn't help she just said that it was her opinion but they would still have the meeting on the tuesday....i press her further and she talks about a point system.....then i tell her that its all very well telling me how to live a healthy life when she is fat and could do with trying to sort that out herself.....at least i am trying to sort out my problems, i am asking my doctor for help, my doctor sends me there as she thinks that they will be able to help, her help was as good as shit on a shoe......but there will still be this meeting on tuesday where it is my understanding that i will be discussed by a bunch of strangers who have never met me except for warts-on-cunt....but are apparently experts in mental health.....hmmmm....but warts on cunt did not wish to discloise to me what she has written about me...!!?? wtf?? there in her drawers somewhere in her office is some paper that relates to my life....as she has written from an hour and a half where...come on....look at the patronising cows outlook on things.....so they are the experts???...no here is the expert....i am the expert....i have lived my life and i know the mistakes i have made and i know how i am now suffering and i know it in turn makes my kids suffer and so i am trying to ask for help....but no-body wants to help....what does that say about society in general??
i don't know what point i'm trying to make here....just i know i think too much sometimes...
but my house is tidy and my cat Katniss is curled up next to me and i'm gonna drink some pepsi max and vape with maybe a couple diazepam and watch some breaking bad
i've pretty much smoked all the DMT , not that much was extracted.....i'm thinking that maybe its more an issue with the quality of the mimosa poweder as i bought it as powder as opposed to the first time when i powdered it myself....anyway, was getting a bit sick of it tbh....now there's progress!! me sick of getting high!!...wow....no really...WOW.....hmm i do ponder on that statement....in your face warts-on-cunt!!
so i've also been pondering on this....the so called 'therapy session' the one i've been stewing on about......this is how it started.....warts-on-cunt 'therapist' comes to get me from the waiting area....i'm with my mum who is unsure whether to come too......i declare that i would like mum to come too....seeing as mum has witnessed my various fuck ups throughout my life mum could be a useful by-stander to put points accross if i should forget anything...etc...whatever...anyway....warts-on-cunt can't open the security door, it needs a code and she's putting in the wrong one.....she goes to get the correct one.....why i'm using all this detail i do not know.....so.....we get to the therapy room.....my expectations are 'here we go, i will get some sort of help....i'm now in the right place with the right people who will help'.......warts-on-cunt introduces herself and shakes my hand and sits down and explains that every tuesday they have a meeting where herself and other 'experts' in the mental health field sit down and discuss all the various people who come in to decide what the best course of treatment will be.......then the rest i've pretty much covered....how i'm open and honest about various parts of my life but skip over the eating disorders as i see she is very fat herself and i do not want to offend her...then she ends it all by saying they can't help (in her opinion....but they would have the meeting on the tuesday but shes quite sure that everyone else will agree with her)......from the phone call when i call her to ask why , in her opinion they couldn't help, she says that she didn't say that they couldn't help she just said that it was her opinion but they would still have the meeting on the tuesday....i press her further and she talks about a point system.....then i tell her that its all very well telling me how to live a healthy life when she is fat and could do with trying to sort that out herself.....at least i am trying to sort out my problems, i am asking my doctor for help, my doctor sends me there as she thinks that they will be able to help, her help was as good as shit on a shoe......but there will still be this meeting on tuesday where it is my understanding that i will be discussed by a bunch of strangers who have never met me except for warts-on-cunt....but are apparently experts in mental health.....hmmmm....but warts on cunt did not wish to discloise to me what she has written about me...!!?? wtf?? there in her drawers somewhere in her office is some paper that relates to my life....as she has written from an hour and a half where...come on....look at the patronising cows outlook on things.....so they are the experts???...no here is the expert....i am the expert....i have lived my life and i know the mistakes i have made and i know how i am now suffering and i know it in turn makes my kids suffer and so i am trying to ask for help....but no-body wants to help....what does that say about society in general??
i don't know what point i'm trying to make here....just i know i think too much sometimes...
but my house is tidy and my cat Katniss is curled up next to me and i'm gonna drink some pepsi max and vape with maybe a couple diazepam and watch some breaking bad