CHCKYCHKY REEEMIXX
You think you know, but you have no idea.
No, Really.
Why can't I delete that last ######6 post?
WHATEVER.
SO- things aren't what they seem. I know best, you won't ever ######6 know.
SO- hit me with your best shoootttt!
Really, I'm not on drugs, just, you know declaring myself to a forum of crazies, or whatever. Which, don't get me wrong, I COMPLETELY ALIGN MYSELF with. Or whatever. So I'm your average antidote to the goody-two shoes in the corner. Much more vibrant than the other...
Things aren't as they seem.
I hope someone shoots us a line, some ######6 vestige of hope left in internet humanity. Not that there's any, anyways.
I decided to write here because the other option was the therapist's e-mail, which I am TECHNICALLY not supposed to have. But, google is all-powerful. SO, next time you think of entering the profession where ALLL your victims/clients aren't locked away, create a pen-name. A SURRRNAME, what-have-you.
I don't want to have an age that the "HOST(ess-with-the-most-less)" knows about. I don't want her to know anything about me. That's why I am flying ######6 solo dolo and not revealing $#%^. Other than that she will come to know my name.
I actually might call the therapist. I don't like her, but there's a power struggle goin on in my brainz and I need to antagonize someone to get rid of it. GR8
IF YA WANNA "MEET" ME, PM ME PLZZZZ.
-L0