It's like... it's like, um...therapy.
This is therapy. That is a good word. You know what therapy is good for? Getting things off your mind. And maybe this is a little different than normal. Maybe I'm taking a different approach. I'm allowed though. It's my life.
It frustrates me when people act like I can't make my own decisions. Like I don't know what I'm doing. I know more about my life than they do, so what business do they have telling me how I'm supposed to live my life? It's just so stupid! And everybody's always saying, "You should talk about it." I don't wanna bloody talk about it! That only makes it WORSE! That's the whole point! Not talking about it is the whole point! It's crap because I don't want to deal with it, which means not thinking about it, which means not talking about it.
GET IT?
About Me
- SRLoftis
- Do you ever wonder what it would really be like to be someone else? Sometimes I see people walking down the street or in the car next to me, and I see them singing, or talking to the person next to them, or whatever, and I just wonder, what is their life really like? What kind of things does my sister really experience when she wakes up in the morning, when she's at Uni all day, when she gets home just in time for dinner? What's running through her head, what is she feeling, how is it affecting her? And you know, most people would think it's stupid to assume that she’s thinking the exact same thing I am, or that guy walking down the street feels the same way I do about the guy in the car next to me picking his nose. Obviously, everybody thinks and feels and experiences differently. So, why do we assume that red looks the same to everyone, or that my perfume smells the same to my boyfriend, or that mushrooms (the heavenly things they are) taste the same to my brother, who doesn’t eat them, as they do to me? If they did, he would like them. Essentially, we all live in a different world to one another. So here I am; this is a piece of my world I guess.
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