Get a new psychiatrist--you need help.
Lol. I know I need help. I’m getting it. One day, my host will have to learn to live with the fact that she can’t and doesn’t hate Hitler. But until then, this is MY playground.
You don’t want to know who hurt me—and I can’t tell, anyway. After all, doing something unforgivable is a one-way ticket to hell, or so I’ve been told. And I’ve also been told if my story gets out and damages their reputation, the one who hurt me will never forgive me…which would basically condemn my poor, innocent soul to hell.
Oh, and ew right back at you.
Keep it coming, anons! I get my antidepressant back tomorrow, so I can’t be all angsty and mopey after that. And ya know what that means? I need more stuff to sharpen my biting wit on!