So, today in T I mentioned that I'm overwhelmed by all the stuff I have to do RIGHT NOW!! T told me that I didn't have a time limit anymore (he was referring to my four month time limit in the shelter, it ended up being five but yeah...). Then at the end of the session he got me to promise to do x and y this week. I told him I'd try but that I didn't want to promise because I didn't know if I could do it. So he gave me to my next appointment and I gave in.
Seriously dude. I love you and all but you have the memory of a freakin' goldfish.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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