just go t back from therapy. *snigger*
in the car mom asked me how it went.
good.
She said I was laughing and smiling so she couldn't complain but the therapist did come out looking more hared than me.
[insert evil laugh]
at first I was mad enough to cuss. not after that conversation though.
why?
because if I forget about something she called it "burying my emotions"
hmmmm I thought that if it didn't matter whatso ever to me than I was free to forget.
apparently not?
meh, who wants their mind cluttered like a jumkyard full of bad memories? no me. that's why I forget. :)
so. yeah I was ticked at first. :P
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