I don't get my hterapist, she wants me not alone and said I'm dissociating. Barely know what that means and I don't think it applies, it's an applicator like for tampons and ****, my therapist is a tampon. Hallucinations too, but no, I'm choosen to receive these messages from both God and the Devil they're leaving everywhere I can feel their energies. No one gets it. I ate too much and now I have to cleanse. SHots shots shots. My arm is sore where I ripped my stitch out but I'm not adopted so I don't know how to surf. As if there were a regular potato but these carrots are commpletely and utterly ****ed. I'm gonna yell at them and appreciate their artirstry.