today

i went for an assessment today and it was cleansing, i was super nervous beforehand, but all in all i feel good about it now. i’ve decided to be truthful and not sugar coat things or reveal my website this time though if this person is savvy enough they could just google me – i don’t want it to turn into me performing for an hour from a chair and making zero progress whatsoever. i haven’t had a THE RAPIST in a long time. basically i want to get to the bottom of my anxiety which is a direct result of my drinking which is a direct result of my depression and bipolar mood disorder. wheeeeeeeeeeeeee.

a lot of people suffer from anxiety and are ashamed and embarrassed by it, i know sometimes i feel extremely guilty about inconveniencing others so i keep it to myself and that is such a stupid idea. you cannot possibly fix a situation if you hide it and do nothing about it.

here’s the thing, i’m not ashamed of therapy or afraid of it, i do feel a bit sheepish walking into the building though like a fluorescent red arrow is hovering over my head, ugh, but then i get inside and see people far worse off looking than i then i think ok what’s that guy have, crack, methadone addiction, gambling? then i think ok shut up focus on yourself and this magazine and then i look at the models and think yeah she is so on pills, anyway, point being, we are all fucked up in our own special way, so get the fuck over it if you ever want to make anything of your life.

i’ve been self-medicating for years and i realise the drunk glorification cuteness window is pretty much coming to a close, as someone recently told me drinking is now a necessity (for her) which i relate to way too much, so if something isn’t done about it now before my face turns into amy winehouse’s i’m going to be in trouble.

i told the chick (i don’t know what to call her) that i am a functioning alcoholic and that i drink because it’s a part of my lifestyle and that everyone i know drinks and there is always an excuse for it, i want to change but i don’t exactly know how. the time when i was sober was the most depressing most boring time in my life, i don’t see myself as ever being 100% sober, just hopefully very much toned down.

i had to fill out this questionnaire on a computer at the beginning and then at the end of the session we went over it and i got to keep a copy, there’s graphs of my ambivalence toward my addiction, how i get along with people, support from friends and family etc, she said that was good, sometimes that part of the graph is empty for people older than me, at 25 people still have tolerance for your bullshit, but when you’re 40 they’re just like you are on your fuckin’ own dude you crashed my car and pissed in my closet PEACE. anyway, i decided on my own steed to do this and no i haven’t pissed in anyone’s closet haha.

postsecret rippage time! i stopped doing these posts cos reading those postcards bum me out hard, not cos i get emotional over them or anything (pfft) but because it shows how truly stupid, self-indulgent, and self-loathing humanity is, and every other postcard is about abortions and how guilty women feel about them. anyway more on that later.

someone’s been reading too many romance novels, i’m glad that right beneath this one someone commented I often think about what I would say in the trial that never happened for the rape that did. here’s a thought, how about often thinking about more productive things like how the planet is MELTING and maybe spreading the word about that instead via a postcard and NOT about your fantasy rape you are too ugly to have happen to you!

uh, this couple in particular? one word comes to mind and it rhymes with barf, no wait, it IS barf! stop picturing me and fil doing it you horny weirdo!

try harder kid! i smell BLAMING YOUR PROBLEMS ON OTHER PEOPLE much? your life, your problem, walk it off.

you must’ve been wasted when you wrote this one, what’s with the apostrophy w/ sometime‘s? yes that is the only burn i can think of.

ok you are asking for it, how fucking revolutionary i swear you must be the first fucking one on the planet to have that urge thank you for putting it into words for the rest of us, BRILLIANT! on sunday when i looked at the site there was a comment so stupid it has since been removed, something like yes i’ve done it before too and it FEELS SO GOOD!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN!

here is what someones else had to say i still have mine too, after a year and half. only two people know about that secret, and its right there in my purse and anyone could see it if they looked close enough. in a way, i think i’m holding onto it the way you hold onto any receipt; if you’re unsure of your purchase. and then another person said this I went to the same exact clinic and I feel guilty for not feeling guilty.

i am SO TIRED of hearing sob abortion stories GROW UP! call oprah while you’re at it, and, in the words of some rich old white guy, tommy, DO THE RIGHT THING!

yes i want to debate this, do you guys eat eggs? yes you do. do you cry when you eat eggs and keep your egg receipts? ungh i can’t do this. you are not mary magdalene, no one cares. also, 450 bones? i have a feeling your guilty conscience might have something to do with oh, brainwashing, come to canada next time and get over yourselves.

GOOD!

holy martyr complex much, because YOU lived i breathed easier? not really, thanks for the weed though!

finally some forethought into this embarrassing cutting bullshit, too bad i am still calling child services you emotional pile of shit.

in the words of flava flav, you know what time it is!

i LOVE it when these ones get posted, i think it’s a total intentional burn on people, like, you are demanding whiners how about NOT relying fully on a blog for your happiness and ability to carry on with your life? just a thought, do with it what you will. what else oh yeah i like that this guy is in a shame spiral now because of it what the fuck? could you be more unstable? the name of this card’s file is Sorry-IGetAbout1000AWeek hahaha. i bet next sunday’s post will have a similar message. YOU IGNORED ME. ME! YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME I CAN’T FUCKING STAND IT PAY ME ATTENTION NOW! VALIDATE ME AND POST MY GODDAMN SECRET ABOUT BED-WETTING I HATE YOU! just kidding i don’t hate you but i KNOW you hate me i can SO TELL!

oh i thought it was a pill who knew? i know! GO ON ZOLOFT! the time you took making this card should have been spent seeing a shrink and getting a ‘script, you know it takes 6 weeks to kick in right? way to be forward-acting.

EWWWWWW! i’m pretty sure that i most definitely did not ask.

woah nice “best” “friend” there. did you fucking murder them when you found out? burn on you for being duped for two years. i bet your friend is a pathetic weasel and is in love with you but too afraid to let the world know they are a raving dyke lesbian and you would probably reject them so they virtually jacked off with you for two years EVERYBODY WINS!

what, you quit molecules? WHY CAN’T I QUIT YOU CHEMISTRY!?! that grammar is pretty confusing too, fil and i are in a fight about it right now thanks asshole.

BARFTOWN! what the fuck are you waiting for do you not live near any available earth are you living on an island built entirely of cement? if i was your roommate and i found that in our fridge i would have you formed asap. also, GET OVER IT! i can’t fucking stand women who have abortions then moan about it and say MY BABY MY BABY you are a headcase and you made a choice, people make choices everyday, NEWSFLASH, how about you are lucky to even have that choice and don’t have to shove a coat hanger up inside yourself.

oh i’m so shocked someone with low self-esteem sent in a postcard to postsecret. if we were in a bar together and you unleashed this gem on me i would be so furious that i had to humour you for ten minutes about “being worth it” ungh.

first of all the term “make love” makes me HEAVE and secondly what the fuck hurts are you being pile-driven by an entire football team with dinosaur cocks?

there in my closest? you didn’t happen to steal one from a spelling bee did you? oh you must have been over at YOU’RE mom’s house that day.

haha yeah right keep telling yourself that. nice dramatic postcard, very serious, i can REALLY tell that you are in a LOT of pain i will never dump someone, telling from your representation of it i would rather save myself from all that physical anguish i also am not a warlock who is able to shove their hand through their chest so delicately ps. there is nothing gayer than red roses you deserved it.

hmm i’m not clairvoyent or anything but i think it’s safe to say you haven’t lost hold of the stupid.