the worse i feel the more i wanna write about it.
emotional garbage hoarding archive feels.
next week is my last session with the therapist i’ve been seeing since last summer, which is the longest i’ve ever continually gone to one therapist. she told me to come prepared to debrief/reflect on what has changed/how i’ve changed in the last year and a half. plus 2014 in a month. plus i turn 27 in six weeks. things are Feeling Meaningful all over the place.
listening to old mixes and asking the tarot existential questions
there’s a new moon coming
start over start over start over move on move on move on
the upside of being sad about other stuff is that i’ve managed to not cyberstalk for like a whole month. someone ice that on a cake and bring it to me so i can eat it in bed.