Jenny’s house of fun.

Dear Diary,

I feel like I am cheating on you.
I have started writing a diary the old fashioned way again, and then I forget to write here too. My therapist encouraged me to start writing down my thoughts again. So I did, and some of them are scary and we talk about that. I bet that was her plan all along, haha. She is pretty fucking good at getting me to go where she wants to. I guess thats what makes her good at her job.
Well, I've had her for quite awhile now I really like and trust her, which helps a lot. I have even called her at home at some scary times and she always talked and was cool and that feels so good to know.

Fuck, I am rambling.
Probably why diaries are not supposed to be open like this. But I've never been very good at knowing what is right and wrong. Or how to act socially.
Or fucking anything.

Ok, Jenny, time to leave the keyboard.

Kirk out.
 
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