Emergency, friend!

Since I have been on a break from psychotherapy I need a channel to aggravate all these questions and emotions. I don't know what the limit of decency is on how much I can poor on my lovely little friends who are also struggling with bunch of issues life related. On the other hand, sharing the problems makes you feel like you are not alone with this and like you belong to a club of everyone has issues.

I love chewing on our problems over a cup of coffee or a beer. Wine preferably because I am fancy and my taste is very expensive. The feel of a little luxury makes your horse shit problems feel like nothing and then you can finally laugh. Because you're still breathing and because someone still might have sex with you in the future.

Why does he like me? I am so imbalanced. When he hugs me I freeze. When he is gone I picture raising children with him. Do I like him?

I am not walking with a minus account balance stamp on my forehead. People only see what they want to see and what you will show them. Learn a few tricks to camouflage all your bullshit and you will look like a goddess and people will buy stuff to you without asking. This comes naturally to most women so don't worry about faking it. Worry about having to fake it.

I love my girls. I wanna pamper them and make them dinners and get them drunk. They are beautiful to watch and easy but interesting to listen. I love to make them laugh by being honest. I don't have much money but it's the idea that counts. Once I didn't pay my rent and took my girls out instead. LOL is that irresponsible or what?! Hope it tells you how much I love them you suspicious little cunt :)

Now I think I get him.

When it comes to dating, this is my soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhW1Spd4GlE


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