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Thursday, May 29, 2003
So what if she does not understand. My life is complicated. The doctor still gives me grief because I don't write enough. Shit, if you make me write, I'm not going to do it. I hate demands and I hate those demanding sons of bitches even more. They think that with their degrees and years of studying that they can tell other people what they need and what they should do. I'll tell them what they can do with their needs and their wants and see if all their studying can come up with the same conclusions. So, she does not understand why I need to do this, why I need to write about my complicated life. Well, if I told her why, she would say that I was crazy. And, maybe I am. Fuck this! I don't wanna tell the doc all this. Damn..so confused...
posted by James 5:01 PM
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Journal of A Random Mind...

Do you really want to read this? Many, including myself, have criticized the following as pure drivel. Beware of the chickens that roam and the chihuahuas that bark at night!
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