May. 27th, 2008

Oh God.

May. 27th, 2008 08:55 am
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Terrified)
...I'm pretty sure I had my first prophecy dream.
deep_red_bells: ([Text] The garden path to hell)

...This is not a good day.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Unsure)
Well, I’m not ‘sick’ (by which I mean in need of meds, not that I don’t have a few issues that could do with some working through, cause, yeah, come on, who doesn‘t have a few of those) or all that damaged, so, basically? Stress. Too much to deal with and not enough release. Being in a sort of long distance relationship. Being in something of a leadership position. Having my brother show up. Hell, just being a Slayer girl. The work and everything that goes with it. Certain people not making any of those things any easier.

If nothing else, I need a neutral party to vent to, even if they end up terrified of me. Just like hit men and mob bosses, Slayers need shrinks too.

...Boy. I just made myself sound a little...yeah. The point I was trying to make is that if Tony Soprano and Marty Q. Blank get to have a therapist, damnit, so should I.

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