Omg...

I want to have sex with Hugh Laurie so much. I dream of it. I want him to pull my hair, slap my ass and call me a dirty slut. Yeah. He's nearly triple my age. What of it? I will have that man. One day. One dirty dirty day.

Will this ever end?

I hate him. But, I don't know how I can move on.

I'm thinking about pooping...

Sometimes I feel that life is kinda okay. But other times I feel so lonely I want to die. Sadly, I'm usually in a good mood when I talk to my therapist...so I kind of wonder when I'm gonna get better with him. Still not ready to "open up." I find it strange talking about my deepest thoughts and fears with some stranger. Meh...

Everyone has a significant other and it kind of blows ballsacs. I used to be in a relationship...and it used to be okay. Now we're really not even friends anymore. I'm trying to decide if I even like him as a person. I hate him for that.

He's also the reason why I'm going to therapy.

I hate him for that, too.