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Sun, Aug. 3rd, 2008 03:48 pmListen. I tried Tyler. I really tried. There are things about you that I like, you're smart, you're funny, you're spectacular in bed. But you are intolerable. You have serious emotional problems, deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.
- Fight Club
Professional help. Half the people I know need professional help. The other half, well, they're long past it being able to do a lick of good. Still, it's kinda an off thought, to know that ya need help and to have someone else point it out to ya.
That's the boat I'm in. I know I need help, but I like being in denial. Denial's kinda fun. I've been thinking 'bout throwing a party here. Inviting all my friends who are also in denial. We'd have a fucking blast. No, really, we would.
Yeah, I got emotional issues. I got a fucking truckload of 'em. And they tend to piss people off. Sometimes, that makes me laugh. Most times, though, it just upsets me. So they're pissed at me, I'm pissed at myself. That's a lot of shit to be heaping on one person, 'specially one as busted as I am. And that shit just breeds, caught in a fucking feedback loop.
Professional help is overrated and takes all the fucking fun outta life. So fuck off.
Would now be the time to mention I have a therapist? No? Somehow, I didn't really think so. But it seemed kinda important after a few minutes of thinking 'bout it. At least I'm consistent.
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- Fight Club
Professional help. Half the people I know need professional help. The other half, well, they're long past it being able to do a lick of good. Still, it's kinda an off thought, to know that ya need help and to have someone else point it out to ya.
That's the boat I'm in. I know I need help, but I like being in denial. Denial's kinda fun. I've been thinking 'bout throwing a party here. Inviting all my friends who are also in denial. We'd have a fucking blast. No, really, we would.
Yeah, I got emotional issues. I got a fucking truckload of 'em. And they tend to piss people off. Sometimes, that makes me laugh. Most times, though, it just upsets me. So they're pissed at me, I'm pissed at myself. That's a lot of shit to be heaping on one person, 'specially one as busted as I am. And that shit just breeds, caught in a fucking feedback loop.
Professional help is overrated and takes all the fucking fun outta life. So fuck off.
Would now be the time to mention I have a therapist? No? Somehow, I didn't really think so. But it seemed kinda important after a few minutes of thinking 'bout it. At least I'm consistent.
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