And here we go again

So the inevitable price for counceling others is reopening of your own wounds. I'm drowning in apathy and sadness and fear, and honestly want to drink myself into a stupor. Not that it will happen, but the urge is still there.

no I dont want to talk to anyone. i just want to stew in peace.

Thank you, Mother, for fucking me over so that I cant get over it, even years alter.