I'm helplessly lost in my upstairs cavity(brain) and vigorously restless. I have a therapist who I love and trust,A psychiatrist who I'm just getting to know, and a boyfriend who is deep in a well of his own and too smart for his very own good.
My homework this week was support groups, so here I am in between bouts of arguably reckless behavior. Maybe this is a place where the windings make sense to someone who isn't me? I've been feeling reclusive or like a five minute friend. Like I can't handle the intensity of sharing anything in the aforementioned upstairs cavity with anyone I'm close to. Stand on your head, wiggle your toes, buy drinks and shoes for all your new friends. Go home and chew on your tongue. Keep quiet. Let him talk about his day. Smoke enough weed to pass out long enough to pass off having slept peacefully next to the man in the well who you should be telling your secrets to.
I guess it's all the same. Please tell me you understand. This must be the place?

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