why
honestly?
because my therapist is on vacation and we haven't had a session in weeks. her absence is making me realize that she's the only person i share anything with these days. talk about paying for friends.
i'm half-joking. i'm afraid that if i don't write any of this down, it'll be lost forever... or worse. tampered with by nostalgia.
milan, that's what journals are for. yes and no. my journal is for my feelings. these posts are for my experiences. like, these are real events that happened and that's all there is to it.
8/28/22
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