My therapist is so incompetent that I am now so angry and anxious with my healthcare that I have been driven to drink. I just had therapy, and am drinking BECAUSE OF IT. That is an A+ Wow. Now I just have to strategize: What’s the best way to smear them for it.
Toodles would be her name, by the way. Of the hot bitch who turns into a neurotic wreck. So anyway I’m sayin’ like, I have a drinking problem. It’s not that I drink. It’s okay to have some. It’s that I use it as medicine, before noon. Fuck. I am having a beer to tame […]
I am so fucking restless and antsy. My retard therapist says to do breathing lessons. He doesn’t explain how to slow down enough to do them. I guess that is for me to figure out. He doesn’t even want to own up to the fact that it’s for me to figure out. He just omits […]
I have to schedule my labs. There is a conundrum I cannot solve in my brain, of electrochemical network discharge, that makes things what they are. I cannot solve existence, I cannot solve Self, I cannot solve Other. Coronavirus is easy. It’s the wrench in the gears we wanted–are you happy yet? Or is it? […]
CONTENT WARNING: Hate speech.
Completely incompetent. Dosed me for a mental illness with antipsychotics, soon I became intolerably restless. Told them pretty much immediately and they did not think to see the obvious–that it was a side-effect called “akathisia”–the unquenchable desire to move around/pace about nonstop. I lived with it for a good number of years, having my lifestyle […]
Go eat pussy out of a dumpster, contract HIV, get a heroin addiction, live off the streets, and starve to death begging for a blowjob while having a hot steel golf club rammed up your ass. Cordially,
Here’s another example: I have acne. Everywhere. Not everywhere, but, on my back, on my ass, even a little on my upper legs. None on the face. Occasionally some on the chest and upper arms. Not pimples, but red spots and lesions and stuff under the skin that doesn’t look good. I went in to […]