Saturday, October 6, 2012

I sometimes think it's cruel...

to be able to see sheets of paper that tell you everything that's wrong with you. I am glad I don't have one of those shrinks that writes notes while I talk, I'm so glad that he does that afterward but I'm not entirely sure I should ever like to read what they say. I know I've been pretty stable but the drops are so unremarkably... well... drop-y... for lack of better words.

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