So I get so see my best friend du jour tomorrow morning.
Dr. Miss. Anyway, I'll be asking her for some therapy. Proper therapy and not the counselling that I'm getting now.
As much as what's her face is useful, I feel like she does think my problems are rather... remidial? Is that the word?
And as much as I'd love to delve into my sex life with her and try and scrutinise it to every detail. I just don't think she could hack it.
Plus I already made out like I was an angel. Natch.
I think my doc will be happy to know that I've cut out my sleeping tablets now though. Although I'm still having nightmares.
Rape, violence, fights, anger, knives, guns, killing, running, Anxiety.
On the plus side it's payday tomorrow. I get to pay my phone bill. And I want Topshop goodness.....
Topshop vintage dress
I'll be spending my Friday night with friends, taking coke and forgetting that normal life exists. Just how I like it.
Now I just need to plan an outfit....
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