Sweeney Todd = Yum.New therapist = Ugh.
I am so fricking sick and tired of dealing with new therapists. God save me from ever needing any more than this. First she says “well the diagnosis is not as important as feeling better,” then she proceeds to say “well, we’re not sure what your diagnosis is. The doctor can’t really decide but for now it’s x and y.”
Oh go fuck yourself woman. If it’s not important, it’s not important. Why bother with it at all? Dumbshits. (Oh lookie at all the rage. That fits in diagnosis y so that one must be right.)
Oh hell’s bells. Where ARE my razors anyways? *snicker*

Babbled by Immi.
"There is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path."












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